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He's gently swathed in his gloom, makes sense he's locked in his room
Won't even eat unless you chew it first and offer it to 'em
He's got a lot that he's doin', his home is often in ruins
And when they bury him solemn in the sarcophagus soon
His body entombed, nobody sees apocalypse through
And every morbid thought he's fought with chops his chakras in two
No need to draw the blinds and make a mourning spectacle, bereaved
Or go lamenting in the night adorning shekels on his wreath
Or read between the texts to forge a second meaning to believe
He left his heaven in a car that went careening through the trees
It's not a thing that you perceive
It's that feeling cold as steel that steals your thoughts without reprieve
Without the heaving clouds of grief that seem to teem within a foggy head
Most people only meet him long enough to see him nod his head
I only met him once and when I asked about a God, he said
He's real, he's ever-changing, and his end is with the body's death
A down-trodden man who found God
Is anybody out there lost
Ask all who can to sound off
Is anybody out there lost
Is anybody out there
We hold our hopes on high that heaven's saving souls for later
Writing ransom notes to God we promptly use as rolling papers
If you've met the holy savior, you can guess he's mostly flavor text
On paperbacks and gamer decks and mainly meant for waging bets
Or staving off your facelessness, skating on the razor's edge
Of lame or overplayed at best or fully fabricated, lest
You shame the rest, save your breath and wonder where the substance went
Try not to let it linger till that final breath is up and spent
You must repent, you must admit you're next to nothing in
The wake of one whose last known public stint predates your government
His covenant was nothing, his faith was commonplace
His only public stints were subsequent to makeup on his face
We spoke a week before, he shed a candid sigh
And said, I know a better man than I would never plan to die
The rest was pantomime, then absence followed silence
He'd found his idol and a man to die beside him
A down-trodden man who found God
Is anybody out there lost
Ask all who can to sound off
Is anybody out there lost
Is anybody out there

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