Ropes looped around my limbs Tied to a bag in which I drag along behind me The shame of generations It obliterates my footprints And makes it harder to advance But as long as I keep up this play They will never see me sweat Oh, they will never see me sweat I carry the weight of attention on my shoulders A state that once frightened me to d**h Now gives the comfort of meaning And a sense of alignment I would otherwise miss I draw lines in the sand Just to cross them and say "There was never a chance to make it" The atlantic be my witness I'm too deep in this I collect all the things Washed up to the shore That were lost in the vast, open ocean In the hope to find that one piece I can hold onto I carry the weight of attention on my shoulders A state that once frightened me to d**h Now gives the comfort of meaning And a sense of alignment I would otherwise miss Roots anchored in the soil Wrapped 'round the bodies of The ones that toiled beside me To be never forgotten To be covered in the sawdust Of a benchmark to the sea But as long as it won't leave this port They will never know my name Oh, they will never know my name I draw lines in the sand Just to cross them and say "There was never a chance to make it" The atlantic be my witness I'm too deep in this I collect all the things Washed up to the shore That were lost in the vast, open ocean In the hope to find that one piece I can hold onto I draw lines in the sand Just to cross them and say "There was never a chance to make it" The atlantic be my witness I'm too deep in this "There was never a chance to make it"