Bad Religion Follow

This song goes out
to all the hopeless sinners
with grave alligiances so meaningless and vain

The walking wounded, in a pageant 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 a 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 a lesson,
more than this,once again,
like a bullet, as a friend tell me
can that be all there is?

a-aaaal there is