Years

Passed us by

To build up

Something that turned out to be

Just a ghost

In a mist

To be lost in timeless nights

For the efforts that we've made

For the hits below the belt

For the toil that marked our days

For the obstacles that we have faced

Flames

On our path

Fuelled by

Those who want to see our

End

Helping hands

Holding knives

That will stab with no remorse

For the futile words we heard

For the help we rarely got

For the logic that has failed

For the windmill-army and its lies

Digital Sisyphus

Climbing the hill

Of little care and indifference

Digital Sisyphus

Pushes his stone

Regardless of the fatigue

Digital Sisyphus

What is his goal?

In this struggle without a meaning

Digital Sisyphus

Upward he goes

His slope seems so endless...

Push that stone up

To the sky

Then let it roll down

Push that stone up

To the sky

Eternally

Mud

Slinging times

Shallow souls

Slanders we're all coping with

Smiling masks

Sneering mouths

In this theatre of life

For the driving force within

For the credit yet unseen

For our inborn stubbornness

For the obstacles that we still face

Digital Sisyphus

Climbing the hill

Of little care and disinterest

Digital Sisyphus

Pushes his stone

Regardless of the hardship

Digital Sisyphus

What is his goal?

In this struggle without a meaning

Digital Sisyphus

Upward he'll go

For the rest of his life