Scope

My boulder's rolling up an endless hill

I could turn around now, find who else it killed

Bankrupt myself on all the funerals held

If only they had known I'd be doing this

So well, they wouldn't have my

Hell

Heck

I crushed his name to the gradient top

On the way, wrung 'em dry, oh, I've been filling my

Cup is more than half-full now, an overflow

I was dying of thirst but a moment ago

So, yeah, I'm sipping it slowly