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 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 on devout As the great gray dreamless sleep, of a uselss modern god Erodes away each storied day, as wretched Adam's with hell to pay Content upon a rail of pain 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, 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?

Those are the real lyrics...out of the CD booklet the rail of pain/pail of rain line is fucking brilliant....not that you should expect any less from Graffin. As is the part about the hurricane 20/10...congrats Greg, BR'S true comeback album after that seemingly never ending stint with Atlantic, with which only one good album was done Gray Race