Sisyphus
Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors
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
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