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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 pail of rain
And everything is barely mised- blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Once again, like a bullet, as a freind tell me;
Can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt i kneel to prlay like one devout
As time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
Erodes away each storied day as wreched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain
And everything is dearly mised- blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Once again, like a bullet, as a freind tell me;
Can that be all there is?
(Palm Mute)
There's and endless disposition and it doesn't mean a god damn 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 know better than to even try
My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
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And everything is dearly mised- blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Once again, like a bullet, as a freind tell me;
Can that be all there is?
All there is?