I wrote to tell you this; I did just my very I went far but got there I up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth just too heavily on me How can be opinion? How can fact be and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled Consequentialist moral reasons categorically is a loss of innocence! I heard call to arms set off the alarm, but never heard So, I set out I dont all Ive been shown
A quest for truth and I passed a town pastures of ash brown Abandoned structures littered like an scene But then desperate people They had lived in constant for ten years since pollution got the best of them wiped them clean So, I thought "Ill their curse away! Let flourish, Ill take the pain." I their drought and went on my way
So Im asking you, help me Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont someone please this weight off of me? The is obsolete
The is bitter-sweet and consistency do not mix with morality Justify your atrocities, the card never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the prevails No empty-handed, I at the coast to rest but found a flood of people in a sea of hatred They begged and "End this war! acceptance and peace restored!" So, I up all their poison 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 with me systems all degrading Ill take the problems so the World can And I have nowhere to thewm so forever theyll me The future is longer than the past I picked up along the way removed them from the But I still had to jettison to outrun gravity and not wanting to pollute
I just left behind of me Im your tradition, your religion, your depression Im trading in your to put us all to sleep So I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs I into 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.