Calloused

The world is sick, I'm sick of it My blood runs thick and black My soul is whole and hella old And ached since earth was flat Now it's colonized, and I recognize My life spins free on a sphere When I feel at ease, I'm plagued with bouts of fear Don't know if my peace of mind Will throw the demons off my track They keep me close, and as I've grown old They've lessen their attacks Indifference to creed is what carries me I don't care, I don't want to come back When I burn blue and worship who Used my name back on earth The trees were green, the beast is free Once I'm one with the dirt I hope that I'm dematerialized But my blood will haunt for years But I wouldn't mind if it all disappeared My ravished mind euthanized A corner of my identity I let her go, 'cause she always known The devil had plans for me The money, the greed, the worldly things I don't want 'em, I'm a calloused being Just a cycle I'm tasked with completing No interest in searching for meaning