A Well Thought Tragedy - Martial Law On Pangea lyrics

This life is strung to an abacus. Without balance we will surely fail. On the giant island everything is miracle or ma**acre. There is no grey area for us to occupy. And I am finished waiting for it. All this life I am searching for a balance. I am searching for my one purpose down here. I may not find it. I may just split apart into pieces never to reconnect again. I have become this pendulum, swinging back and forth. I can't decide what to believe. I can't see. I can't breathe. This is the end. This is what I've waited for so long to witness. Here they come with tanks and rifles to take me away. I have found the stolen city walls that separate us from our dirty flaws. Goodnight. For this I am laid to rest. There are somethings we were not intended to know. But I had to keep searching. It was my purpose. It was my fate