I wrote to tell you this; I did just my very I went far but got stuck I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant but the mass of the earth just weighed too on me How can be opinion? How can be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled Consequentialist moral reasons examined Self-knowledge is a of innocence! I heard your to arms set off the alarm, but heard back So, I set out I believe all Ive been shown
A quest for and fact I a desert town Uninhabitable of ash brown Abandoned structures like an Aerstan scene But desperate people appeared had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the of them wiped them clean So, I thought "Ill take curse away! Let them flourish, Ill the pain." I their drought and went on my way
So Im asking you, me carry? Im Atlas, and Hades Wont someone take this weight off of me? The is obsolete
The is bitter-sweet Logic and do not mix with morality Justify your atrocities, the trump never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences No empty-handed, I stopped at the to rest but found a of people drowning in a sea of hatred They begged and "End this war! acceptance and peace restored!" So, I drank up all their oaths
So Im you help me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please take this off of me? The destination is
Theres nothing left but wrong me Global systems all Ill the problems so the World can breathe And I have nowhere to thewm so forever theyll me The future is much longer the past I up wrongs along the way removed them from the But I still had to jettison to gravity and not wanting to further pollute
I left 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, shoulders, broken ribs I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take baggage to the grave one more step I cannot by the time you this Ill have passed away.