I will carry the weight
The weight of the world
I will not abate
because I
am stronger than gods
my shoulders abroad
will shoulder the weight.
Here, no purpose for me
I lift up the world
forever fatigued
I suffer crippling demand
humanity’s mass
the burden of man
ATLAS:
"I struggled, and for a moment I felt the freedom of that weight lifted from my shoulders as a sweet release. As quickly as it left, it returned, the existence of millions weighing me down, crippling me as I fought to hold it together. Every thought, a straw onto an boundless heap, ensuring that I soon would falter, every action, a larger burden placed on me by those I knew not of, but those I had to support. I bore everything, and in that moment I stood firm.
But there was is nothing left to bear..."
My shackles shall fall
And so will you all
Torn, Im battered and bruised
my will is undone
I’ve no room to choose
But I
must do what I can
they will understand
the shackles are loose
