
Date of issue: 12.07.2005
Song language: English
This Godless Endeavor |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened |