Some days are bad
And the rest are worse
Sometimes it feels like
A drunken man's thirst
The more you eat
The hungrier you get
A rich man starves
At his own banquet
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
Some lines should never be crossed
Some cups should never be filled
Think of all - all that was lost
The memories that haunt you still
Power will always corrupt
Glory will always fade
Lust and Passion are always fleeting
And look at the price you paid
Sleeping with porn stars
And prostitutes
Drowned in Scotch
Unable to move
A Pyrrhic victory
But one you can loose
The rock rolls down
No matter what you choose
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty -
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
QTR - Pyrrhic Victory Lyrics
QTR - Pyrrhic Victory Lyrics
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Some days are bad
And the rest are worse
Sometimes it feels like
A drunken man's thirst
The more you eat
The hungrier you get
A rich man starves
At his own banquet
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
Some lines should never be crossed
Some cups should never be filled
Think of all - all that was lost
The memories that haunt you still
Power will always corrupt
Glory will always fade
Lust and Passion are always fleeting
And look at the price you paid
Sleeping with porn stars
And prostitutes
Drowned in Scotch
Unable to move
A Pyrrhic victory
But one you can loose
The rock rolls down
No matter what you choose
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty -
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
And the rest are worse
Sometimes it feels like
A drunken man's thirst
The more you eat
The hungrier you get
A rich man starves
At his own banquet
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
Some lines should never be crossed
Some cups should never be filled
Think of all - all that was lost
The memories that haunt you still
Power will always corrupt
Glory will always fade
Lust and Passion are always fleeting
And look at the price you paid
Sleeping with porn stars
And prostitutes
Drowned in Scotch
Unable to move
A Pyrrhic victory
But one you can loose
The rock rolls down
No matter what you choose
Why do we slaughter the innocent?
A stain of cruelty -
Or Heaven sent?
The myth of Sisyphus is one of will
Every day
Roll the rock up the hill
Writer: Brett Lilly
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid