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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 just for a pail 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 grey dreamless sleep of a modern 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 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 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 more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
All there is?
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded,in a pageant of contenders,
Who balance on a rail of pain just for a pail 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 grey dreamless sleep of a modern 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 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 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 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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This song is about how life is much more than what people normally realize. Modern living is so busy with daily routines and the latest fads (sports tournaments, movies and series, political news, newest cellphones, games, fashion accessories, bands, etc) that we fail to realize that "this" isn't actually "all there is". "This" is only the way things are.
If we wanted, we could make anything else we wanted to - culturally, economically, etc. We could actually create a colony on the Moon or solve world hunger but we're just too fixed in out ways to try - and even worse, most people are actually content to live this way instead of being hungry enough for a better world to even consider doing better.
People constantly "balance on a rail of pain just for a pail of rain" instead of turning this world into the living paradise it could be. Crime, corruption, racism, etc - all things that are parts of our society but that only happen due to shortness of vision, avarice, smallness. It's so ingrained that it makes me "kneel to pray like one devout" and wonder that if God exists, he must be a "useless modern God" because otherwise he would help us achieve a better world to live in, for me, you and everyone else.
"There's an endless disposition" to make the world better - people are always willing to donate to charity or vote for change but "it doesn't mean a god damn thing" because those actions are just for show: no one is willing to put the effort into actual change - the type that doesn't need money or government for it to happen. "There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane", meaning that so much is possible even in adverse conditions: even if money and the law aren't by your side, you can still create a better world just for your own friends and family. Imagine if we all did!
"This pedestrian knows better than to even try" to change the world, because the world at large doesn't want to change, they're happy to live in a gray, dull world of pollution, ecological devastation, competition and rampant crime. I hurt for a better world for everyone but "my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly": it's so small and constrained but at the same time sublime and beautiful...
So if you've read this far tell me, once again, as a friend: could THIS be all there is?!