Der Atlas

I live my life like Atlas

Like poor benighted Atlas.

With the woes, the woes of all creation

on my shoulders

With all the world on my shoulders

Endure the unendurable

Your heart is certain to break inside you

You foolish heart

Demanding far too much

You wanted happiness

To last forever

Or even endless sorrow

To last forever

Your reward is pain that lasts forever

I live my life like Atlas

Like poor benighted Atlas.

With the woes, the woes of all creation

on my shoulders

With all the world on my shoulders

The weight of all the world is on my shoulders