And on the open road we came to a sign For it was foretold that the weak would inherit And nothing would change Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back Still afraid to see our eyes I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the thid stone Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floord My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more When I heard a sound come rapping, Tapping on my door Hello, I'm happy to meet you In your confidence is it safe? Sit down I'm happy to greet you To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage? But before, before you slam the door Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this fucking life is for We fly through this godless endeavor We try to explain the black forever I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage I've known Our organic equation has shown it's flaw Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god? As I lifted up my brother he said to me "Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision" I feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide Consume, conform The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me They tell me that I'm insane, but in my mind I know I'm to blame Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds <b>...</b>
nevermore
this
godless
endeavor
metal
thrash
