Measure of your Soul (Heavy)

Verse 1: In the echoes of eternity, where shadows fade away A soul stands before the court, in a realm of endless gray The angels speak in unison, their voices soft and clear "In life, you measured others, by standards insincere" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Verse 2: The court's gaze upon the soul, a feeling so profound "Who were they to judge them, by the standards they propound? The depths of every being, a mystery to unfold Can never be captured, by the metrics we uphold" Verse 3: "The Creator saw to it, to make you powerful and free Born in an era of plenty, where you could want for nothing Your cells toiled tirelessly, to keep you alive and well Your heart beats, your mind thinks, neurons firing without fail" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Bridge: The halls of heaven beckon, a path to reconcile "To enter here, you must confront, your judgments and your guile Apologize to those you judged, for every slight and sneer Only then can you proceed, to the next step that's clear" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Outro: The soul embarks on a journey, to apologize and mend Facing those they once judged, as they comprehend Only after making amends, and shedding the weights they bore Can the angels then assess, the true measure of their core Final Line: "Only then, may we weigh, the true weight of your soul" Verse 1: In the echoes of eternity, where shadows fade away A soul stands before the court, in a realm of endless gray The angels speak in unison, their voices soft and clear "In life, you measured others, by standards insincere" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Verse 2: The court's gaze upon the soul, a feeling so profound "Who were they to judge them, by the standards they propound? The depths of every being, a mystery to unfold Can never be captured, by the metrics we uphold" Verse 3: "The Creator saw to it, to make you powerful and free Born in an era of plenty, where you could want for nothing Your cells toiled tirelessly, to keep you alive and well Your heart beats, your mind thinks, neurons firing without fail" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Bridge: The halls of heaven beckon, a path to reconcile "To enter here, you must confront, your judgments and your guile Apologize to those you judged, for every slight and sneer Only then can you proceed, to the next step that's clear" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Outro: The soul embarks on a journey, to apologize and mend Facing those they once judged, as they comprehend Only after making amends, and shedding the weights they bore Can the angels then assess, the true measure of their core Final Line: "Only then, may we weigh, the true weight of your soul" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Bridge: The halls of heaven beckon, a path to reconcile "To enter here, you must confront, your judgments and your guile Apologize to those you judged, for every slight and sneer Only then can you proceed, to the next step that's clear" Chorus: The angels ask the question, "What's the measure of a soul? Is it wealth, fame, or beauty, or the followers they control? Is it their physique or intellect, or the charm they can deploy? Can one's essence be defined, by these metrics we employ?" Outro: The soul embarks on a journey, to apologize and mend Facing those they once judged, as they comprehend Only after making amends, and shedding the weights they bore Can the angels then assess, the true measure of their core Final Line: "Only then, may we weigh, the true weight of your soul" [Epic Instrumental] [End] [Fade Out] [end]