I just wrote to tell you this;
I did just my very best
I went far but got stuck there
I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier
but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me
How can truth be opinion?
How can fact be right and wrong?
The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged.My utilitarian comfort unsettled
Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined
Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence!
I heard your call to arms
set off the doomsday alarm,
but never heard back
So, I set out alone
I dont believe all Ive been shownA quest for truth and fact
I passed a desert town
Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown
Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene
But then desperate people appeared
They had lived in constant drought for ten years
ever since pollution got the best of them wiped them clean
So, I thought "Ill take their curse away!
Let them flourish, Ill take the pain."
I lifted their drought and went on my waySo Im asking you, help me carry?
Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades
Wont someone please take this weight off of me?
The destination is obsoleteThe journey is bitter-sweet
Logic and consistency do not mix with morality
Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails
Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails
No longer empty-handed,
I stopped at the coast to rest
but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred
They begged and pleaded "End this war!
Have acceptance and peace restored!"
So, I drank up all their poison oathsSo Im asking you help me carry?
Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades
Wont someone please take this weight off of me?
The destination is obsoleteTheres nothing left but wrong with me
Global systems all degrading
Ill take the problems so the World can breathe
And I have nowhere to take thewm so
forever theyll accompany me
The future is much longer than the past
I picked up wrongs along the way
removed them from the mass
But I still had to jettison things
to outrun gravity and not wanting to further polluteI just left behind parts of me
Im collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression
Im trading in your affection to put us all to sleep
So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs
I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave
one more step I cannot take
by the time you read this Ill have passed away.