In-between times

Far from in-between times, we’re brinking catastrophic loads
Of people bent on just following their hearts and souls

Were told their dangerous, were told to pick it up and load
Rid the mess of this,
Rid the garden of its deficit.

(Would you ever rise to the challenge?
Would you ever follow a call like this?)

Far from breaking ties with the other ones
O, Intellect never got as unwise as, they’re worshipping themselves

Were told their dangerous, were told to pick it up and load
Rid the mess of this,
Rid the garden of its deficit.

(Would you ever rise to the challenge?
Would you ever follow a call like this?)

If it’s apocalypse, why aren’t we fleeing to hills
At the edge of a change, inertia grumbles loud