To house such an adequate thought
and reverse your new born doubt.
You'll become a pariah,
bathed in defile.
Textbook definition, modern-day messiah.
Lies filled with truth, shiny gold in your bile.
Polluting the space between love and life.
Hammering in your image of grief and strife.

It's all moving down a road, the wrong road.
All deciphering this code, it's the right code.
Transfixed at implications of there being any news.
Buying an idea, mister pariah.  You've got the blues.
And the highway traveling shoes.  
But it's buying, not acquiring.
You seem to forget you spent all your dying moments.
Simply to seek this race's long lost atonement.  
You've only bought the right to rot alone.

So now, oh great and high in regard, pariah.
You still think you're the main arm? The big alpha?
Time to realize your life's a farm, without it's farmer
While you wander around wearing armor.
Pretending to be a revolutionary of the highest order!
Climb down this throne, mister pariah.
Feed your family and need your friends.
Go pick out all your favorite odds and ends.
Make sure life is full of thrills...
and stop trying to build these chaotic hills -
of distress
and just confess that things are as they are
No matter how hard this seems to bare
That love is far, but we can make it there.
Hell, might already be near to it.
Time to get a new suit.