Years Passed us by To build up Something that turned out to be
Just a ghost In a mist To be lost in timeless nights
For the efforts that we've made For the hits below the belt For the toil that marked our days For the obstacles that we have faced
Flames On our path Fuelled by Those who want to see our
End Helping hands Holding knives That will stab with no remorse
For the futile words we heard For the help we rarely got For the logic that has failed For the windmill-army and its lies
Digital Sisyphus Climbing the hill Of little care and indifference
Digital Sisyphus Pushes his stone Regardless of the fatigue
Digital Sisyphus What is his goal? In this struggle without a meaning
Digital Sisyphus Upward he goes His slope seems so endless...
Push that stone up To the sky Then let it roll down
Push that stone up To the sky Eternally
Mud Slinging times Shallow souls Slanders we're all coping with
Smiling masks Sneering mouths In this theatre of life
For the driving force within For the credit yet unseen For our inborn stubbornness For the obstacles that we still face
Digital Sisyphus Climbing the hill Of little care and disinterest
Digital Sisyphus Pushes his stone Regardless of the hardship
Digital Sisyphus What is his goal? In this struggle without a meaning
Digital Sisyphus Upward he'll go For the rest of his life...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.