Testo di Atlas

Oh, all my branches bend Where, are the hungry hands? This is a call I'm outside your door Give me the bride I have paid my dues I can wait no more Yeah Oh, all my branches bend Where, are the hungry hands? Oh, what do I do when my gifts All, become to heavy to lift This is a call We're outside your door Give us the prize We can wait no more And the atlas in us Has worked so hard to say That we do what we do And believe it is true Yeah, it's true I said, this is a war