Bad Religion - 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 just a pail of rain.

And everything is barely 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?

In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout,
as time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each sorry day as wretched adams, one 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 goddamn 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 and more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
All there is?