There, through the closed-eye sky Which I tore crystalline filigree, architecture of grief Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth, 1, 2, 3, 8, 9 Place of my birth It wasn't enough Knowledge was my prey I pulled apart the curve of the earth, turned north to south Endless horizons had called me away My footsteps, rippling out, bending the light of stars Lead me to the depths of seas and peering out from the leaves My hands of dirt cut by the stone, my voice lost to the wind There is the center of everything where cardinals are born Yet I speak with you, Atlas O, that I could hold the gift that you bear Then, the more I knew The more my mind was lost My torment, my greed Empty is everything without love as its seed Algorithm in your mind Blessing of purpose Atlas, you were made To be their eyes and see Every word you speak Is proof of this to me Son of the soil, the land Build new Earth with your hands So they can live on And I can make amends You say wisdom was born into your mind And that for all you learned Knowledge could not keep your heart warm (I am) but from you I've learned (Only) that beauty is the shadow of regret (One voice) and if I become more of me (One truth) then on their shoulders pain and fear are set There is a truth in your being, Atlas There is a truth in your being, Atlas You were a pilgrim (a pilgrim I am) You would not be lost if there was no path (there must be a path) Nothing could be found if nothing was had Atlas, Atlas Evoe undare ve: Anaa Ie paiuna dej teuinoe