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