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