The Mass of the Earth

I just wrote home 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 vigilante 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!
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 I heard your call to arms
 Set off the doomsday alarm
 But never heard back
 So I set out alone
 Don't believe all I've 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: "I'll take their curse away!"
 "Let them flourish, I'll take the pain"
 I lifted their drought and went on my way
 So, I'm asking you, help me carry?
 I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades
 Please someone, just take this weight off of me
 The destination is obsolete
 The journey is bittersweet
 Logic and consistency
 Do not mix with morality
 Justify the atrocities
 The trump card never fails
 Remove the greed and the ego
 And the conscience 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, I'm asking you, help me carry?
 I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades
 Won't someone just take this weight off of me?
 The destination is obsolete
 There's nothing left but wrong with me
 Global systems all degrading
 I'll take the problems so the world can breathe
 And I have nowhere to take them
 So, forever they'll accompany me
 The future is so 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
 I'm collecting your tradition
 Your religion, your depression
 I'm trading in your affection to put us all to sleep
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 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
 I'll have passed away