Sisyphus

I always tried to fail I always failed to try I tried to find some symmetry I failed to mention why My mind's a perfect sphere A tidy globe of theories Smooth and abstract Real and compact Overpacked with queries Push the earth up to your neck Let the earth roll off your shoulder Push your head up to the hill Let your head roll like a boulder I always tried to live I always failed to die I tried to touch, to pray, to sin I failed to rectify The earth's a perfect sphere A maze of oil refineries An energetic, synergetic Septic tank of harmonies Push the earth up to your neck Let the earth roll off your shoulder Push your head up to the hill Let your head roll like a boulder