Cold Dirt - Atlas Losing Grip

I once wished the earth beneath my feet would crumble

Open up and swallow me in one

Embrace me in its cold dirt six feet under

Steal the air and warmth of the sun

For I have pondered long and hard and reconsidered,

to never know again the taste of joy or lust

To never feel the pain of life so sweet and bitter

To never feel the hurt of a love or betrayed love trust

And who can blame me for wanting and end,

to all this hurting that never seems to mend?

But I know now that all of this goes hand in hand,

however strange it might seem, now ain’t life grand?

Now ain’t life grand?

Ain’t life grand?

Ain’t life grand?