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?