Eternal Push
Sisyphus and his rock: no summit, no prize, just the same hill every day. That was how my life felt before I started asking what all the pushing was for.
The sun comes up, a hateful eye
The same damn hill I have to climb
My shoulder to the cold, dead stone
A debt I pay, and pay alone
The muscles scream, the sinews tear
A universe that doesn't care
One more step, another breath
A life that's just a slower death
And the rock rolls down
The only sound
Is the scraping stone on barren ground
Yeah, the rock rolls down
There is no summit, there's no prize
Just sweat and dust in burning eyes
No finish line, no final score
Just what's behind and what's before
The same cruel slope, the same damn ache
For no good reason, for god's sake
I push until my body breaks
And learn again from my mistakes
And the rock rolls down
The only sound
Is the scraping stone on barren ground
Yeah, the rock rolls down
And the rock rolls down
Back to the ground
The laughing gods are the only sound
Yeah, the rock rolls down
And the rock rolls down
(Down down down down down down down down)
And the rock rolls down
The only sound
Is the scraping stone on barren ground
Yeah, the rock rolls down