Heavy, But Controlled

Whoa what a fucked up place I've woken into
Can't remember why I signed up for this twisted mission
Tainted by the light and the darkness alike
In this thin dimension overgrown, seeds oversewn

Charged to balance chaos and bear witness
To the evolving balding apes altering the landscapes
Frantically changing shape
Attempting to find a place
No purpose for a race
No need to save face
One blood, one kind, one mind, one place, one time

As we write
Whoa what a fucked up place I've woken into
The story of man
In this thin dimension overgrown, seeds oversewn
As we write
Running and running and running and running and running and running and running and run with the weight
Running and running and running and run with the weight of the world

As we write
As we write the story of man
As we write
As we write