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The Agnostic's Book of the Living Dead

I. Conception

In the beginning there was nothing.  And from that inconceivable emptiness there was a moment.

This world born of fire, set upon its own pyre. 

The universe burns as an eternal flame. 

One day to be extinguished. 

Will it whisper our name?

II. Birth

[Instrumental]

III. Childhood

Let's play Make-Believe

Wipe our boogers on our sleeves

Stare dumbfounded into the sky

Cower as raptors soar by

I'll pretend I'm a king

And command you to dance and sing

Love me unconditionally

For I protect you from thee

 (I'll protect you from thee)

Now SING!

IV. Adolescence

Why oh why oh why oh why WHY!

I'm already so sick of this ...

I'm already so tired

Doing that I am told

Tell it to my face you ... liar!

The only problem I have

Is you holding me back

No one is the boss of me

And everyone is ... whacked!

CH:

Why oh why god

Did you put me here

If you exist

Send me a sign that's perfectly clear

I don't hate people

I don't even hate you

I just hate all these ... things

That I'm forced to do

Sometimes I want a break

Chance to go escape

Leave the boring behind

Do stupid (you know), have a good time

CH:

Why oh why god

Am I even here

If I have a purpose

Make it perfectly clear

These other people tell me

What I've been told all along is wrong

You only want to stop us

From ever getting strong (?)

So I say screw this ... stuff

Stick your rules up your ass

I can handle it on my own

No sense living in the past

CH:

Let me tell you why god

I'm here to stay

I know the truth

And I'm telling everyone today

V. Adulthood

I'm not at the top

I'm not anything I dreamt I'd be   by now

I want to deliver myself from this endless maze

But I don't know how

I live without to look within

I look above to learn to be

I'm furiously yearning to be free

But the spirit does not fill me

CH:

I'm living a lie

That heaven on earth is within sight

So I'm waiting to die

I'll roll the dice in the afterlife

With so much misaligned

The world is a perfectly imperfect place

It's hard to see a creator

When so much good gets laid to waste

Could this all be

Just random luck and chance and fate?

A set of gears in motion

Crushing all who stand in its way?

CH:

I'm living a lie

That heaven on earth is within sight

So I'm waiting to die

I'll roll the dice in the afterlife

VI. Death

Religion is the art of never leaving.

Reality is the agony of never leaving alive.