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
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
Heads have caved in
And the past lingers
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?