This song goes out
To all the hopeless sinners,
With grave allegiances,
So meaningless and vain,

The walking wounded in a pagent 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 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 duress and more than this,
Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
All there is?