Text: Atlas Losing Grip. State Of Unrest. Bitter Blood.

A feeling so complex,
almost impossible to define,
The constant change of heart and the war inside my mind.
A childhood lost, no identity. We left it all behind
We paid the price for a better life
through the toil and the strife.

The same poison that ran in his veins runs in mine.
To overcome a broken past I must draw the line
and I rise above this bitter blood.

The lack of trust to the world around us,
the constant fear of never fitting in.
Made me feel like I was born to lose.
Now I will live to win.

Hours spent learning to cover up the shame.
All these fingers pointing, trying to pin the blame.

I rise above this bitter blood,
the alienation and hostility I've known.
I stand trial through the fire and the mud.
I rise above this bitter blood.

Tonight this bitter blood dies in me...