This far I've never done anything with my life
Heaven knows my virtue never took me far
I'm living with everything to give
And nothing to give to
I like to think I'm some kind of saint
But what have I ever done for the world
From which all I've received are favours
That I never seek to return
Pin back my eyelids, make me see this through
By the end you'll let me know I've never done anything better than you
All I want to be, is something more than me
Morality, discovered in the confines in which it lays
The bloodshot eyes, of my mistrusting stare
As even mirrors know my struggle was never really there
Fracture my satisfaction, make me truly care
Pierce the doubts of my ambitions
To relieve the world of the weight it bears
But I know I can't save the world
I'm no hero
Heaven knows my virtue never took me far
Drain my sins from me, to set my conscience free
Morality, recovered from the confines in which it laid
Keeping my complacency at bay
Complacency at bay
Empathy nullified, how did I come to be so numb
Come to care so little for the world I'm living in
Atlas has served too long, while I've stood idly by
Watching in indifference as the world's crushed by the sky