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're 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
Couldn't be endured now
There's nothing left but gone to waste

So sort it out with new perspectives
Reused and defective
They challenged gods face to face

Once more, their head had caved in
And the past lingered nearby a locked door
Once more, they have revisited
Something over and over and over again
And carried on

So after all these years
They remained a form of art
'Cause 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?