Atlas Losing Grip Cold Dirt
I once wish the earth beneath my feet would crumble
Open up and swallow me in one
Embrace me in it´s cold dirt, six feet under
Steal the air and warmth of the sun
For I had pondered long and hard and reconsidered
To never know again the taste of joy or lust
To never feel the pain of life, so sweet and bitter
To never feel the hurt of love or betrayal of trust
And who can blame me for wanting and end
To all this hurting that never seems to mend
But I know now that all of this goes hand in hand
However strange it might seem, now ain´t life grand?