The Rock (I. A Sisyphus Kind of Tale)

We've been cheating death, my dear We've been waiting for tomorrow No need for eternity No need for a better future No one can explain this place Fantasy is the door for sorrows Struggle soon will fill you heart Happiness no longer borrowed Now, I gotta get this rock to the top I gotta get this rock to the top Again, again Pity, freedom, anger, wisdom Living, dying, loving... again