It's no wonder
we scream and swear
we've got the world in our hands
but no way to get there

why was I born into a world
that is running out of time?
never wanted to be atlas
can someone help me hold the sky?
what hurts the most
is our story lost in time

all my heroes are dead
washed up on shores of the past
and my ambition rises
like a phoenix from the ash

but I lie awake most nights
cuz my dreams have an expiration date
searing hot iron
branded into my brain

why was I born into a world
that is running out of time?
never wanted to be atlas
can someone help me hold the sky?
I'm too young to be this tired

I wanted to be a painter
but the only canvas left is sand
hope is a dirty word
freedom is wasting time we never had

we were born to jump off the cliffs
of rebellion and love
the system isn't broken
its working against us

why was I born into a world
that is running out of time?
never wanted to be atlas
can someone help me hold the sky?
I'm too young to be this tired

we didnt start the fire
but we're breathing in the smoke
fish riding bicycles and cars swim past
and another love song plays on the radio

no chance of life
but forced to survive
it's so lonely here
at the end of the line

why was I born into a world
that is running out of time?
never wanted to be atlas
can someone help me hold the sky?
anger is our birthright

we run until
we run out of time
we get drunk
on dreams and denial
but the headaches are killer
like an axe between your eyes
and there's nothing to wake up to
in the morning light
we're running
but we're running out of time
we're running
but we're running out of time