Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sisyphus, artist - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors. Date of issue: 07.03.2016
Song language: English
Sisyphus |
| A rolling stone gathers no moss. |
| As you force your stone uphill, |
| Deaf to the cries of time you’ve killed. |
| Work your fingers to the bone, |
| nose pressed against the grindstone. |
| You’ve gone and built your king a throne, with nothing left to call your own. |
| A pen is a pen, a sword is a sword, and |
| neither are mighty when you’re fighting for |
| Someone else’s war. |
| Coasting on the wings of futility |
| Hoping your ideals reach fertility |
| Digging your own grave unknowingly. |
| We hold our dreams high, |
| A never-ending climb. |
| Most find out at the top, |
| Their climb will never stop. |
| Work your fingers to the bone. |
| Nose pressed against the grindstone. |
| You’ve gone and built your king a throne. |
| With nothing left to call your own. |