The one carried and you think you've had it bad, Life's unfair but was done by your own hands. Your trespasses and all the sins of your past, Disappear, dissolved somehow, a little too fast. How is it up there? Comfortable enough for you? Can I get you anything? Only everything will do! Fate has a way of catering to you, too lenient on you, And you're sorry now that it's the most convenient for you. For the Phoenix to rise, it must burn, At least that's how it must be, But you never burned, so you never learned, And still, you will be carried. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is not king, Instead, he is crucified, There will be no tears for the different, Deaf ears fall on the unforgiven. Gracious are those around you, You contribute not a thing, But you're the first to take everything. No bounds are you're childish entitlements. You're not sorry, you don't know what that means, You're just a leach, looking for some blood it seems. For the Phoenix to rise, it must burn, At least that's how it must be, But you never burned, so you never learned, And still, you will be carried. The prodigal son returns and nothing changed. The logical one will turn, and come the end of days. The wrath of all fury will come down on he, Not the one carried, but the one who carries, And grateful, should he be! And grateful should he be!
