I just wrote to you this; I did just my very I far but got stuck there I picked up the pieces, I was your soldier but the mass of the just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be How can fact be right and The familiar turned strange, and evil unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled Consequentialist moral reasons examined is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to set off the alarm, but never heard So, I set out I dont all Ive been shown
A for truth and fact I passed a town Uninhabitable of ash brown Abandoned structures littered an Aerstan scene But then 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 their away! Let them flourish, Ill the pain." I lifted drought and went on my way
So Im you, help me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please take weight off of me? The destination is
The is bitter-sweet Logic and consistency do not mix with Justify your atrocities, the trump card never Remove the greed and the ego, and the prevails No empty-handed, I at the coast to rest but found a of people drowning in a sea of hatred They begged and pleaded "End war! Have and peace restored!" So, I drank up all their oaths
So Im asking you me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please take weight off of me? The is obsolete
Theres left but wrong with me systems all degrading Ill take the so the World can breathe And I have nowhere to take so forever accompany me The is much longer than the past I picked up wrongs the way removed them the mass But I still had to things to outrun gravity and not wanting to pollute
I just left parts of me Im collecting your tradition, religion, your depression Im trading in affection to put us all to sleep So here I lay, bent shoulders, ribs I sink into the and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave one more step I take by the you read this Ill have passed away.