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