I just to tell you this; I did just my very I went far but got there I picked up the pieces, I was your soldier but the of the earth just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be How can fact be right and The familiar strange, good and evil unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled Consequentialist moral categorically examined Self-knowledge is a of innocence! I your call to arms set off the alarm, but never heard So, I set out I dont believe all Ive shown
A quest for and fact I a desert town Uninhabitable pastures of ash Abandoned littered like an Aerstan scene But desperate people appeared had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the best of them wiped clean So, I thought "Ill take curse away! Let them flourish, Ill the pain." I lifted their drought and on my way
So Im asking you, me carry? Im Atlas, and Hades Wont someone please take this off of me? The destination is
The is bitter-sweet and consistency do not mix with morality Justify your atrocities, the trump never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the prevails 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 asking you me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is
Theres nothing left but wrong me systems all degrading Ill the problems so the World can breathe And I nowhere to take thewm so forever accompany me The future is much than the past I picked up along the way removed them from the But I had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not to further pollute
I just left behind of me Im collecting your tradition, your religion, depression Im trading in affection to put us all to sleep So I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs I sink the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave one step I cannot take by the time you read Ill have passed away.