Weight of the Sun (Or the Post-Modern Prometheus)

How much fun
 To be drifting along
 With the weight of the sun on my head
 Not covered in sad
 As I sketch with my pen
 And I brace for the troubles ahead
 Slow
 like the weight of the bow
 Takes you on as you pull the string back
 Don't be fooled by the light
 ...
 As your head opens into their time
 You will pay
 You will pay for your new soul
 Down
 Through a hole in the ground
 Let the ferryman carry you back
 To the winter queen's home
 In the shadow abroad
 Where you learn to become one of them and
 You
 ... shoes
 in the house of the dead
 Makes the ferryman sigh
 ... in his eye
 And he lets you return back to the time
 You will pay
 You will pay now that you came
 You will pay
 You will pay for your new soul