I just wrote to you this; I did my very best I went far but got stuck I up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the of the earth just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be How can fact be and wrong? The familiar strange, good and evil unhinged.
My utilitarian comfort Consequentialist moral reasons categorically Self-knowledge is a of innocence! I heard your call to set off the alarm, but never heard So, I set out I dont believe all Ive shown
A quest for truth and I passed a desert Uninhabitable pastures of ash Abandoned littered like an Aerstan scene But desperate people appeared They had lived in constant drought for ten ever since pollution got the best of wiped them clean So, I thought "Ill take curse away! Let them flourish, Ill the pain." I lifted their and went on my way
So Im asking you, me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont please take 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 and the ego, and the consciences prevails No empty-handed, I at the coast to rest but a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred begged and pleaded "End this war! Have and peace restored!" So, I up all their poison oaths
So Im asking you me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please take weight off of me? The is obsolete
Theres nothing left but wrong me Global all degrading Ill take the so the World can breathe And I have to take thewm so forever accompany me The future is much than the past I picked up along the way them from the mass But I had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not wanting to pollute
I left behind parts of me Im collecting tradition, your religion, your depression Im trading in affection to put us all to sleep So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken I sink into the and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave one more I cannot take by the time you this Ill have passed away.