THE CANYON

i don't want anything to do with anything divine
no penitence, no patience, no design
no creation, no decline

i don't want any good to come from all my disbelief
no silver-lined exceptions, no reprieve
no redemption, no release

every lie has its disciples
so maybe i’ve been too devout
but do you count yourself a casualty of a drunken god's mistakes
when they were always yours to make?

free will isn't free but we all pay a different price
and i’ve got nothing but my morals left to sacrifice
if i can’t empty out my sentences before i die
then i’ll be wearing out my welcome in the afterlife

every mountain bears its fortune
but i don’t climb except for you
but do you count yourself a casualty of the shadows of your past
when they were always yours to cast

it's hard work having a soul