The Mass Of The Earth Lyrics - Prisoners - The Agonist

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 shown 

A 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 way 

So Im asking you, help me carry? 

Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades 

Wont someone please take this weight off of me? 

The destination is obsolete 

The 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 oaths 

So Im asking you help me carry? 

Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades 

Wont someone please take this weight off of me? 

The destination is obsolete 

Theres 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 pollute 

I 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.