As you are, if only just as you've been
The moment the land reflects all that is man
As you were, and not the state that you're in
The future that man just imposed as his plan
It was in panic that the virus had left
Denying the role, in panic
Displaced by reaction while also at fault
Denying the role
Drawn into dirt, two centuries in age
The birth of a city, the attention from rage
The prints forming lines, transformed into roads
Republic and Legion both reaching for throats
Even though war tends to reshape the earth
The canyons, the storms, and the monsters inside
Were credit to one, unaware of the worth
Of a role, the unknown, and the power one finds
Influenced by trauma and inspired through hate
Mistaking the lesson while tempting one's fate
A wandering mind with its thoughts all transfixed
The old worlds well, the old worlds well
Well and alive in courier six
