There's a biblical beast
That we pull, that we pull against
Never rests or retreats
But we pull, we pull again
Cast your steps in stone
Cast your steps in stone
When you think your arms are finished
Your fingers feel no touch
Just hold the rope and hope for once
Fairness weighs enough
There's a cold-handed grip
That we pull, that we pull against
They'll have your throat if you slip
But we pull, we pull again
Cast your steps in stone
Cast your steps in stone
When you think your arms are finished
Your fingers feel no touch
Just hold the rope and hope for once
Fairness weighs enough
