All There Is

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 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?

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 sorry day as wretched adams, one 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,

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 and more than this,

once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?

All there is?