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?