Those Who Carried On

Inside their little world,

They tried to be understood

But all that came of it was a mess

So sort it out in conversations

Devout apparitions

Would say they’re horrid nonetheless

Once more, their heads are caving in

There’s a window that jarred on their conscience

Once more, they’ve left remembering

To the people who picked up their arms and legs

And carried on

They pulled apart their own ego at the seams,

And spilled their organs everywhere

Caught in polarized degrees

They may decay again, so beware

These are people too backwards to die out

They may never escape from the rise, now

They may never come back

Crumbling still,

Their little world rebuilt

What couldn’t be endured

Now, there’s nothing left to go to waste

So sort it out with new perspectives

Reused and defective,

They challenged odds face-to-face

Once more, their head had caved in

And the past lingered nearby a locked door

Once more, they had revisited

Something over and over and over again

And carried on

So after all these years,

They remained a form of art

‘cus they had problems from the start

Though they acted on a dare

There’s nothing stopping them, so beware

These are people too fearless to die out

Though they’ll never escape from the rise,

Now…

You’d say that things have improved…

Right?

You’d say that things have improved?

Right?