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

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
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