In "Atlas" by Breakdown of Sanity, hope keeps flickering through exhaustion and worn-out places, but every small reason to stay gets torn down like a branch ripped from its tree. The unseen burden of a crown becomes a war fought uphill inside a fragile mind, where silent screams and bleeding wounds go unheard. Self-esteem is taken piece by piece, and even the promise of sunrise turns out to be hope in foul disguise. Yet a thin fiber of light still asks whether peace might be worth the fight, even when fighting feels like going nowhere.
Atlas Lyrics by Breakdown of Sanity
(Fighting, it’s going nowhere)
(Fighting, it’s going nowhere)
Every tiny flash of hope keeps me pressing through ragged breathing
Every single smile in the orchestra of laughs keep me from leaving
Everywhere I go, all these places and faces seem like a worn town
Then at the end, I hold the branch as the tree gets torn down
The blinking lights, they whisper lies of my early demise
Awaited fate, my deflated state is up there for debate
I’ll always try to justify, somehow I will get by
The price will be my throne
Will be my throne
No one can hear, no one can see
In the atlas, the burden of a crown
The inevitable, the insatiable
You took my time as something charitable
I fell apart, no way to restart, I depart
How did it feel? How did it seem?
Taking the pieces of my self-esteem
Reaching nowhere, the silence screams
There’s a war as old as time
In the fragile battleground of my mind
It’s always waging uphill
The lines are breaking
Imagine the pain from those around
The truth in your heart it can be found
Like building a bridge on quicksand
Going nowhere, so here we are
Fighting to hear
Fighting to see
An unseen weight, unseen fear
The burden of a crown
There’s a war as old as time
A pursuit of telling right from wrong
It’s going nowhere
No one can hear the silent screams, reaching nowhere
No one can see the bleeding wound, beyond repair
The unseen weight that forces me to fall down
A stone heavier than time, this is the burden of a crown
No one can hear, no one can see
It’s going nowhere
It’s going nowhere
(It’s going nowhere)
I try to convince myself the sun will rise
It turned out to be hope in foul disguise
Like broken glass, it never finds its way to be whole
With the wisdom of the years
It’s never been, it’s never been, in my own control
Maybe some words or hands will bring peace
A counterweight that will balance out and bring release
And if you see that thin fiber of light
Hope might be worth the fight
Fighting, it’s going nowhere
Fighting, it’s going nowhere
This is what you want
This is what you want, this is what we need
