This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners,

with grave allegiances so meaningless and vain

The walking wounded,in a pageant of contenders,

who balance on a rail of pain just for 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 grey dreamless sleep of a modern 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 god damn thing.

There's 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.

My divinity is caught between the colours 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?

Alllll there is?