The first of the nonbelievers They denied every single word he said Though he could assure them the men in parade Would lead them into even grayer days The agnostic man made his way through the crowd Told no stories, just stepped up to disprove But reality is classified and so is the truth Now he's staring up a dirty prison roof, prison roof He's staring up a dirty prison roof No mission completed, conquered defeated Counting his days of hope and pride Well, on the bunk he died, his soul is locked in But like a torch it burns here tonight The first of the nonbelievers They denied every single word he said Though he could assure them the men in parade Would lead them into even grayer days No mission completed, conquered defeated Counting his days of hope and pride Well, on the bunk he died, his soul is locked in But like a torch it burns here tonight He was the first of the nonbelievers They denied every single word he said Though he could assure them the men in parade Would lead them into even grayer days He was the first of the nonbelievers They denied every single word he said Though he could assure them the men in parade Would lead them into even grayer days © SONGS AND STORIES PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com