I am sorry Mary, Albert was wrong, we are not Sisyphus.
We are Prometheus, a modern version.
No gods to keep the knowledge.
No titans or heroes to save us.
But we are still there, in that cliffside of Caucasus.
No eagle to tear our liver.
No chains to hold us.
But we are still there.
With a crude blade at hand we are tearing ourselves apart.
We want to know...
We are Prometheus, a modern version.
No gods to keep the knowledge.
No titans or heroes to save us.
But we are still there, in that cliffside of Caucasus.
No eagle to tear our liver.
No chains to hold us.
But we are still there.
With a crude blade at hand we are tearing ourselves apart.
We want to know...
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