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All There Is


This song goes out
To all the hopeless sinners,
With grave allegiances,
So meaningless and vain,

Though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders,
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pale refrain.

And everything is barely missed, but relations and (predicts?)
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 great dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
Erodes away each sorry day as wretched adams, one hell to pay--
Contained upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.

And everything is dearly missed, but relations and predicts
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, but relations and predicts
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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