This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners with grave alligiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded, in a pageant of contenders,
who balance on a rail of pain, for just a pail of rain
And everything is barely mist, blood relations and bricks my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout as time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern God erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
content upon a rail of pain, for just a little rain
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me can that be all there is?
There´s an endless disposition, and it doesn´t mean a Goddamn thing, there´s a space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane
And if pigs could fly then surely so could I
but this pedestrian knows better than to even try
And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed blood relations and bricks my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me can that be all there is?