Lyrics

this song goes out, to all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances, so meaningless and vain, the walking wounded in a pageant of contenders, who balance on a rail of pain for just a little 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?

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Artist: bad religion