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 third stone



Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor

My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more



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 its flaw

Can we agree to disagree on the concept of God?

As I lifted up my brother he said to me

"Abandon naïve 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

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

They are so discontent



All the faithful fall onto their knees

And praise the priests of industrial disease



We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance

In godless random interpretation

The universe still expands, mankind still can't understand

How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you