Текст песни: Atlas Losing Grip. State Of Unrest. Logic.

We carry the weight of the world on our shoulders,
a burden we inherit,
until the day we pass it on onto generations.

Let our logic dictate our morality.
It's a privilege, our responsibility,
'cause in the end we are all held accountable.

We were left in a world in turmoil
and we will pass it on the same,
unless we actually finally manage
to the either better it or blow it away.

Humanity needs to be completely independent of
unproven beliefs, religion or God.

It does not matter if God created man,
or if man himself created God.
GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD, as Nietzsche once said.
If we use common sense we shall not be misled.
If we control tomorrow, we control what lies ahead.

Trade your prayer of Salvation
for a logical solution!