The walking wounded
Extract duress and more than this
And everything is dearly missed
Blood relations and bricks
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend
With grave allegiances
There's an endless disposition
Content upon a rail of pain
My expression, my confession, add it up
In the eye of a hurricane
Blood relations and bricks
For just a little rain
Blood relations and bricks
Tell me, can that be all there is?
My expression, my confession, add it up
Who balance on a rail of pain
Quenched Adams, with hell to pay
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend
And everything is barely mist
In my rectory of doubt
In a pageant of contenders
There's space for a paper airplane race
I kneel to pray like one devout
And it doesn't mean a goddamn thing
And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I
Extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet as a friend
As time the great gray dreamless sleep
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try
My expression, my confession, add it up
Erodes away, each storied day as
Tell me, can that be all there is?
Of a useless modern God
So meaningless and vain
And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed
For just a pail of rain
Extract a lesson, more than this
Tell me, can that be all there is?
