Songs | The Joke's on youI turn your fears into great art.
I create all your dreams.
My tools are lies and deceit,
I am the one to dream your life away.
Mighty Atlas, rest your arms.
You've done enough for us.
Fallen titan cursed with one
most senseless of all tasks.
Hear me Zeus, send all to hell,
abandoned by the gods.
Punished for a crime or sin,
a word or just a thought.
What do they deserve?
What are they to gain?
Revolutions in reserve,
yet all they want is share the pain.
Let them feel your wrath, damned one,
take what you deserve.
No more shall their screams be heard,
for they will dwell in oblivion
forever
They have forsaken the one,
they put their hopes upon.
Your star will rise no more,
and it's too late to run.
The fountain has been sealed,
and all that's left is the rain.
The truth that they fear
is that we're all the same.
Mighty atlas, rest your arms.
You've done enough for us.
Fallen titan cursed with one
most senseless of all tasks.
Hear me Zeus send all to hell,
blinded by the gods.
Punished for a crime or sin,
will or just a thought.
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