Atlas

Isn’t it obvious, when my sheets are tangled up on the bedroom floor?
It’s not that I’m bothered by my kitchen sink and whole much more
Sleepless lonesome nights
Haunted by due time
Hope is dying for now
Havent you heard?
Atlas folds at the thought
Of what he’s just learned
A chainmail will drop with one weak link
Maybe we should talk before I speak
Borrow thoughts from my bitter ends
Blaming stars and monsoons
Bended by the thought, Pompeii set us up
Hope is dying for now
Havent you heard?
Atlas folds at the thought
Of what he’s just learned
Hope is dying for now
Havent you heard?
Atlas wants a way out
Before it gets worse
Havent you heard?
Havent you heard?