I wrote to tell you this; I did just my very I went far but got there I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant but the mass of the just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be How can be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, and evil unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled moral reasons categorically examined Self-knowledge is a of innocence! I your call to arms set off the alarm, but heard back So, I set out I dont all Ive been shown
A quest for truth and I a desert town Uninhabitable pastures of ash Abandoned littered like an Aerstan scene But then desperate people They had lived in drought for ten years ever pollution got the best of them wiped them clean So, I thought "Ill take their away! Let flourish, Ill take the pain." I lifted drought and went on my way
So Im asking you, me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please this weight off of me? The destination is
The journey is and consistency do not mix with morality Justify your atrocities, the trump card fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences No empty-handed, I at the coast to rest but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of They and pleaded "End this war! acceptance and peace restored!" So, I drank up all poison oaths
So Im asking you me carry? Im Atlas, and Hades Wont someone please take weight off of me? The is obsolete
Theres nothing but wrong with me Global systems all Ill take the problems so the World can And I nowhere to take thewm so forever theyll me The future is longer than the past I up wrongs along the way removed from the mass But I still had to things to outrun gravity and not to further pollute
I just behind parts of me Im collecting tradition, your religion, your depression Im trading in your affection to put us all to So here I lay, bent shoulders, ribs I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to this baggage to the grave one more step I take by the you read this Ill have passed away.