The Canyon

I don't want anything to do with anything divine
No penitence, no patience, no design; no creation, no decline
I don't want any good to come from all my disbelief
No silver-lined exceptions, no reprieve; no redemption, no release

Every lie has its disciples, so maybe I've been too devout
But do you count yourself a casualty of a drunken God's mistakes
When they were always yours to make

'cause free will isn't free when we all paid a different price
And I've got nothing but my morals left to sacrifice
If I can't empty out my sentences before I die
Then I'll be wearing out my welcome in the afterlife

Every mountain bears its fortune, but I don't climb except for you
But do you count yourself a casualty of the shadows of your past
When they were always yours to cast

It's hard work, having a soul
It's hard, hard work, having a soul