Got out my big black boots to stomp my foes today
Should have laced my running shoes because I had to run away
Got out my big black boots for my revenge campaign
Wish I owned an iron coat when the stones began to rain
I wrote you a letter today, should have wrote my eulogy
So you would know what to say when I meet my destiny
If the shadows black out the sun then I will be overrun
If the ground begins to shake I'll have a final prayer to make
Hold the weight of the world on my back
I suffer in crumbling skies under attack
Hold the weight of the world on my cracking bones
I fall to crumbling skies, I've been Atlas Stoned
Jumped on a stallions back as the stones cancel the sky
The horse threw me off just as fast; no dead weight so he could fly
Rolling doom and raining demise, day of vengeance not so wise
Time to get stoned and face the facts
Nothing survives when the atlas cracks
I've felt so alone
My empathy cradles me
I've felt so much despair
No one to comfort me
I face desolation
In your arms so cold
Peace with elimination
In the eclipse of the stones
Got out my big black boots to stomp my foes today
Threw away my running shoes; In the shadows I wont run away
Got out my big black boots to finish my revenge campaign
The stones dust on my iron coat
Now the atlas has some big boot stains