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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 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?
All there is?
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