Candles burn, and their heads turn
As we step out of our pew.
Hear the bells, but never the good news.
We're all alone and, as studies show,
We're the smartest of our kind.
So let's kill and steal and lie all about our lives.
Why do we cry, isn't this just what we wanted?
Everything is dead, except for us, of course.
And though we want just to live,
Well you know, it's all perfect.
On T.V. you pretend to sing,
Words they wrote for you.
Are those your clothes, or is that just a costume?
A statue weeps, yes from it's eyes it bleeds.
Show it off so all can see.
Now point your fingers and say, 'You know what that means.'
Why do we try if we'll all just pass away?
Well, my son, there's more to life than that.
And once you find just what you love,
Well, you know, it's all worth it.
And when you find it, then you will learn,
Why snow is cold and why desire burns,
Why pleasure can't be measured out in gold.
You'll find you know so much more than you've been told.
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