And there are nights, oh there are nights
When the dawn seems so far
And the dark won’t lift
And it seems the weight of the world
Is resting on my chest
And though I try, oh how I try
I do not feel like Atlas
And my maps are all mixed up
And on these nights, these heavy nights
These twisted, gloomy nights
I spend moments longing
For the temporary relief
That would come with resting the weight
In your venomous hands
But I remind myself
Over and over and over and over
That your hands are made of stone
Just like your callous heart
And regardless of your pretty words
And your strong, confident arms
You are Hades
And that, my dear, will never change
But they keep coming, these nights
These heavy, heavy nights