Another Christ goes home for the weekend Sees a crossroad, and just stares A mother cries to some homeless preacher She walks across his cardboard cell We try meditation To hide in empty smiles No cause to fight for Life's short; but still there's too much time Take tons of medication Still we feel too sane It's pain that thrives here... outlives our years
Another light burns out in our wasteland A wise man crawls from the mount Once he was blind, now he sees what was taken Double-crossed, he pawns a crown We try meditation To hide in pa**ing trends No loves to live for Faith comes, but she leaves when we're spent Find trust in medication Still we fall like rain Our pain survives us, we leave it here