Atlas ( 2009 revised version )

* Originally written in 2005. The Bridges and one stanza added, and only one line slightly changed.

( Bridge )
Upon these shoulders
resting as allowed,
Upon the madness
of being lost in the crowd,
Upon these lips
my trembling fingers,
Upon this wasted day
fast food and bad perfume lingers

The revolutions of the world are gold
before you are free you have to be sold,
Upon no other conclusion than this
you must earn your excuse to exist,
Amongst the rest of us who will find
though the world revolves we stand in line...

( chorus )
It's the wait...of the world...
it's the wait...

In times of resting the revolving still
as seen in the eyes of those losing their will,
For tomorrow still a promise to be
the future is a hard fought reality,
Of working hard to better one's self
when it's only regret that is your wealth...

( chorus )
It's the wait...of the world...
it's the wait...

In a history of mayhem, myth, and sorrow
comes the conclusion of a tomorrow,
That was advertised as a dream
one that didn't happen it seems,
For now the world rests on my back
praying that it shall not drop and crack

( chorus )
It's the wait...of the world...
it's the wait...

( Bridge )
Upon these feet
lifted up and resting,
Upon the dreams
of curses and blessings,
Upon these eyes
that finally close,
Upon my shoulders
the world slowly goes.