All there is de Bad Religion

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 just for a pail of rain.
And everything, is barely mist- 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 grey dreamless sleep of a modern useless modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched adams with 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 god damn 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 colours of a butterfly
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?
Alllll there is?