You've got to learn to love your part in life
Like the alto, always background to the soprano
must to come to love the harmony
There's a base to every pyramid
And maybe it's more fun to hit the high notes,
but in the end, the support is what matters most
Like Atlas and the sky
You can't just give up and
let the clouds crash into Earth below
even when the sky is crushing you
even when its weight is digging you into the ground
You have to learn to love your prisons
dying flesh, a cage for your mind
that box they've drawn around you in thick black marker lines
Not to be crossed out
I'm not saying don't try to break through
Coffins are suffocating, what wouldn't you do for one more gasp of air?
I'm just begging you to be careful
where you step, you don't have a choice other than to be smart with this
You can take an eraser to those lines until your fingers bleed,
but erasers won't do anything to marker
You move even an inch and the whole pyramid might come tumbling down
Even Atlas had to get someone to take his place before he could escape
You'll set off alarms and traps before you make it very far
The police will escort you back where you belong
So while you're planning your next attempt to get beyond the walls
you might as well decorate them
and buy a couch, a bed, a stove, make yourself at home
It's a backup plan for if you never make it out
an over the counter pain reliever that works a good fifty percent of the time
You have to learn to love where you are
even if it's choking you
*even if it makes you want to die