You treat the world 
Like it’s all in your hands 
Struggle to the very end 
Undo your chaotic control 

Martyr of pleasing 
Different faces 
There is no light 
Behind that door 
Stop seeking someone 
To blame for 

Atlas 
You carry the world 
On your hands 

Atlas 
What’s your meaning 
Of love? 
Cancer, deceit, turmoil 

This prison you’ve built 
Within me 
These walls are unescapable 
There’s only sound 
Around me 

At least what I’ve 
Been hoping for 

I hear the voices 
At least they make 
Me sleep at night 
But when I hear nothing 
I prepare to die 

Atlas 
Back and forth 
And back and forth 
Thoughts are burden 
Hard as steel 
Back and forth 
And back and forth 
Thoughts are fragile 

Atlas 
You brought me 
To the ground 
While you’ve carried 
The world 
On your hands 

Atlas