Are answers just a fairy tale
To keep us chasing our own tail
Despite the lovers we may win
In search of truth we're bound to fail
And with every fruitless sin
The devil's there to let us in

A warm embrace for the cold and frail
Teach us how to drive the nail
And questions build our cross
Since we only speak in braille
We all repent at our own cost
And our meaning is forever lost

Virgin mary stands in cold hail
Her orphaned babes blind on the rail
Train wreck vision locked in a box
Surrounded us blinded by grey veils
Swim alone in foreign flocks
Through vast waters the thirst still knocks

Hunger in each exhale
Starvation in every fake gale
And though no two minds seem the same
We're all one in the belly of the whale
Identity the source of shame
And lies the nature of the game