Ive been introducing pickaxe's to the granite in patterns
I crack open the earth like it's like it's cast in ceramic
I hack at frozen dirt and permafrost for paychecks
Load the cart with feldspar just to roll it to the apex
Days end the work doesn't, greyscale the world's functions
Veins tend to burst open with gems that might be worth something
No cormudgeons or footdraggers in these monochrome fields
If you're lethargic hit the cabinet
You can swallow those pills
It all gets revealed in due time
A land drawn with crude lines and specked rocks by moonlight
The rare hues slide into the palms of upper management
Retreat to the bottom they come up in the sand again
Ive been sashing gems although I know it's all for not
Let's just say the last who got caught didn't get the long stern talk
Hearthstone carved from fossils come up every now and then
And co workers who succumb to the heat exhaustion
Sleep beneath the flower beds
I sleep beneath the thoughts of moonstone and Star corundum
Ive seen my fellow men with noses that were stark and dusted
In the dark conjunctions of the tunnel system
There's been whispers of a revolution under thumps of pistons
I'm not seduced by the thought
Well not yet atleast
My only friends are simulveins and grains of olivine
Not sure if I ought to be more than just a cog of this machine
Brought the sun out with this pickaxe
It's a stage of entropy
Sisyphus
Steady rolling boulders up the sumit
Sundays sundown watch them settle
Mondays sun up watch them plummet
Yes, I'm Sisyphus
Static balanced pebbles on the brink
Sunday sundown watch them settle
Monday sun up watch them sink