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? Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com