Song about how faith and religion is often and unfortunately twisted and tainted to justify and cause violence. Basically about someone who has given up on the idea of having Faith and is moving on. Yeah, I'm pretty much an atheist.
(a)
I see the news everyday of crusades
Backed by ironclad retention from beyond our age;
Surfing the backlash of our infancy
Of ancient squabbles and proprietary
(b)
To whom do we owe this gift?
And why do we credit ourselves with the rifts that we inherit from the earth we choose to kiss?
When we can't blame our souls for the chances we have missed
No we can't blame our souls...
(a)
We choose to emphasise the margins;
The scrutiny and the bigotry in the fine print
Intent on being the one right faction
To merit the good grace of the divine;
(b)
Divinity we brought to life
With faith we pioneered to confine all of life to the righteous edge of a sharpened knife
And we aren't to venture from it's clasp
For a faithless masquerade may take us in its grasp
(chorus)
And one by one the faces fade
As the siren songs of age lead them away
From the lives that we once knew,
Were I to lock my words away
Could I call on you from beyond the grave?
As a ghost, a shadow, a pagan ghoul?
A hindsight martyr to a solitary few?
(a)
I like to think my soul is in my hands
And that life is for each to understand
That doesn't mean I can't envy
The ability to believe in more than meets the eye
(b)
But if I condemn myself to just one mortal life
I've no time to waste my days convincing people that I am the only one who's right
Yes it's safe to say I'm written off
Another faithless expose, who's burnt his final draft
(chorus)
Because one by one the faces fade
As the siren songs of age lead them away
From the lives that we once knew,
Were I to lock my words away
Could I call on you from beyond the grave?
As a ghost, a shadow, a pagan ghoul?
A hindsight martyr to a solitary few?
(Instrumental followed by tempo slowing)
(Closing line)
Yes it's safe to say I'm written off
I'm done with faith and its charades,
And so ends my final march.
