Atlas Losing Grip

Feed The Fire

Atlas Losing Grip


This is one thing that is constant
And i keep crawling back here every time i fall.
It is the pillar i rest my hope on.
This is my life-blood, this is my all...

Call it what you want, it don't bother me.
Hearts permeated and soiled with envy - time and time again.

Tried to strip me of my dignity,
But despiteful words can no longer hurt me.

And if you thought so,
You're dumber than i did ever give you credit for.
So many times i took the beatings,
Physically and mentally punched through the god-damned floor.

Foul means to brake my self-esteem,
To crush and crumble a young boys dream.
But the winds have changed
And all the shit you throw my way, blows right back in your face!

All the harsh words - feed the fire!
All the hatred - feed the fire!
The condescending eyes - feed the fire!

Every time i'm patronized i rise up higher
While they feed the fire!

You can't break me!