Atlas and Sisyphus are rolling t'wards a precipice
The weight of the world comes tumbling down
Sisyphus got used to this, and Atlas just began his shift
Philos fell from grace for all whom now bow out
Some of us will bite the dust, and some will fight the afterlust
But all of us must accept we've lost this race
The arc will bend t'wards justice, but justice lives through dawn and dusk
This is just a memory to us whom stay in this race
Atlas and Sisyphus are rolling t'wards a precipice
Atlas takes a knee for a moment of truth
Atlas says to Sisyphus, "How do you make sense of this?"
Sisyphus replies, "Time takes no refuge."
"Every star will shine again," Sisyphus replies to him
"Helios will rise again, and so will you.
Attrition makes its mark on us with Hades rising from our dusk
It's nothing but a pause for all that love can do"
The tortoise sees Eleutheria as she's beset by her own sun
But she is still beguiling us, on this very day
For the distrust of populous, our founders set us back amongst
A field of poppies for needles in the hay
The hare has won a shallow race, and liberty must not be defaced
We must accept this fall from grace as any democracy should
Democracy must persist for Gaea's Atlas and for Sisyphus
Who taught us democracy must not wear a hood