Atlas

And I will reckon
The silence
Now what happened
To all those lies?
Is it just a dream?
Dance to the figure
Little puppets
We are the fire inside
Crescent light
I can find no right
Whatever you may see
Could be the end of me
Through the centuries
Defined
What is left of this hell
Dance to the figure
Little puppets
We are the fire inside
Crescent light
I can find no right
Whatever you may see
Could be the end of me
Crescent light
I can find no right
Whatever you may see
Could be the end of me
All is lost
Within ourselves
When this fight comes
No below
My head
Is now my home
It's just lies
In apathy
A broken
Memory
Crescent light
I can find no right
Whatever you may see
Could be the end of me
Crescent light
I can find no right
Whatever you may see
Could be the end of me