This Sisyphean Nightmare (Lyrics + Bass Playthrough)

Lyrics

This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And, this mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned To circumvent death - Nay, to chain and to rule life above it - I wagered my breath But never thought to lose was to mean I'd won it So, Orpheus turned And Icarus burned What Hell did they earn? And what the hell damned lesson did they learn? That the Gods deal in folly? That to yearn is unholy? And that hope's condemned Tell the people of Corinth That their king died immodest And yet, he died content This mountain does look quite tall But if I'm not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall Gods forbid I have to start all over again… ...and make them admit that I win The asterisk upon my gravestone spells The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well I drew, and took my aim, and in Chronos' name Given the chance, I'd do it all again I see your cosmic irony and raise That I won your game The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes I can't help recalling that line that we read "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Ha! Bull-fucking-shit One must imagine Sisyphus fucking pissed Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists Renounces his persistence and thinks "Man, what the fuck is this?!" An unending assault See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt Is it my own fault I'm a monster of habit? If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it See the tick chase its tock; Stuck between a sad place and a rock See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot Or, maybe it's more apt to be compared instead To that of a little dung beetle trapped Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps Find purpose in shit Refusing to quit Roll circles of fifths Roll that up your fuckin' hill and smoke it Arid souls cannot heal See the cunning man's legs start to keel At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence You and I have a very different definition of penance We're all addicts at heart Some have wine, some have sex, some have art But you won't find Endurance within my confessions Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains Trapped behind my own bars - Lock me up and toss the keychange We're told no win condition can be found "Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns." The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound For every step we take, another pit we make And when we're back, we'll scorn and we'll forsake Given enough eternity our backs will break Under our mistakes "What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die." "I know simply that the sky will last longer than I." The artful cur wears his grin Where on Earth does he get the skin? The punishment fits the sin Stones thrown from houses of glass Will always kill two birds Rend my tomb, I can't do what you ask And though, at times, I feel small At times, weak. At times, stalled I will still answer this call I'm just an average guy, after all And I've got a mighty, heavy stone to haul And