All There Is
This song goes outTo all the hopeless sinners,With grave allegiances,So meaningless and vain,
The walking wounded in a pageant of contendersWho balance on a rail of pain for just a little of rain
And everything is barely mist, blood relations and bricksMy 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 godErodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to payContent upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricksMy 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 bricksMy 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?