Trying as hard as I might
'Til I go and fall on my face again
I'm blind 'til I cover my eyes
And take my call and my place again
Fight like I couldn't resist it
Cry when my mama would listen
So why do I sleep through the light
What's it like if I'm living
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
Still I wonder what I do it for now
Death was a friend of my friends
Twice I crossed her but
Three I'll be them
Threats are the pets of the weak
It's best not to speak
When there's violence within
Tempted to stretch out my hands
Heaven I never deserve and I can't
Let any lovely thing end
I know I'll be crushed but I love to pretend
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
So I wonder what I do it for now
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
Hands on the stove
Head in the sink
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
Atlas Lane - Sisyphus Lyrics
Atlas Lane - Sisyphus Lyrics
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Trying as hard as I might
'Til I go and fall on my face again
I'm blind 'til I cover my eyes
And take my call and my place again
Fight like I couldn't resist it
Cry when my mama would listen
So why do I sleep through the light
What's it like if I'm living
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
Still I wonder what I do it for now
Death was a friend of my friends
Twice I crossed her but
Three I'll be them
Threats are the pets of the weak
It's best not to speak
When there's violence within
Tempted to stretch out my hands
Heaven I never deserve and I can't
Let any lovely thing end
I know I'll be crushed but I love to pretend
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
So I wonder what I do it for now
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
Hands on the stove
Head in the sink
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
'Til I go and fall on my face again
I'm blind 'til I cover my eyes
And take my call and my place again
Fight like I couldn't resist it
Cry when my mama would listen
So why do I sleep through the light
What's it like if I'm living
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
Still I wonder what I do it for now
Death was a friend of my friends
Twice I crossed her but
Three I'll be them
Threats are the pets of the weak
It's best not to speak
When there's violence within
Tempted to stretch out my hands
Heaven I never deserve and I can't
Let any lovely thing end
I know I'll be crushed but I love to pretend
Sisyphus with my rituals
Because I'm diligent
But the rock still come down
Is it worth all the blood and sweat
'Cause the morning come
And I still don't rest easy
I've been working in the grooves I wore out
So I wonder what I do it for now
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
Hands on the stove
Head in the sink
Talking to the moon about the ceiling
Ask her what she thought was in the dream
Pride is how to stop a feeling 'til
I don't feel a thing
Writer: Josh Fawson
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