Bulkier pick up truck - TITANS

Ideation is a sea quark
Three mountains, I only see your view
Instinctive fear of a hurricane
Power goes to the corrupt of a few

Tire tracks in a dirt path
Veer off into the grass
I'll be running 'till my heels dislocate
Die before you see my ass

Feelings are protozoa
Such distinct categories for the passage of time
And i look around with eyes like trappist-1
Every planet that we reach is dead

And his dark jokes get stale pretty quickly
Especially when they all seem to target us
Maybe i'm just not made for this