All of the little faithless people
Like statues upon the temple grounds
Fingers cast in the direction of I
As the barbed words come to fly
In this direction, my head is spinning around
You don't want this man to endure Hell
But he's hopeless, but you have so much faith
He's significant, but the feeling is but a wraith
The direction of your tongue is to draw blood
Here comes the flood, here comes the flood

The next time the world requests an approval seal
Is the next time I offer one solo finger
I am a conquistador of thought
The foundation upon which I stand could never rot
The lack of praise remains, it will linger
For to you, to the institution, I offer no appeal
Without debt, with reason
But to society, this is simply treason
The evidence is the aggression
Whenever this mind is in session

The night is increasingly difficult
When you have a whole string of people around
But you are all alone
As all the empty souls groan
I move forth, standing this ground
Never once will I subscribe to the cult
Of unquestioned reason
There is never a season
For being passive in this world
Reason and action will soon meld

It was half way passed dusk, where might I find sunrise
One thousand moments departed
And I was lying supine upon a bench beneath the stars
As I wonder, looking at all of you, just who you are
My thought some was thwarted
By a gentle, soothing wind, and to my surprise
I found peace within my solitude
I've found a story to succeed this prelude
But this progression is restricted
Because there is no approval for this reason I've perfected

I may be arrogant, but the days ran me down
I may be at a loss, but I once had nothing left to gain
Everything comes from something other
There is no ducking for cover
This legacy is grinding heavy against the grain
I'm never coming down
All the little people who pledge
While pushing me off the ledge
There is never reason for words spoken
But still hearts are forever broken

Dependence I have shed, in a world of nothing to offer
I never a lover, I need a friend
I need a sun to spread shine upon my day
I need a chariot of the sun to liberate me from the fray
Most of all, I need a heart that will never bend
But there is no finding a four leaf clover
As I stagger through the cold, bitter night
I keep one eye open, for a lover to cherish things right
There has been a shortage of support
And I've grown tired of the constant retort

I conclude my rambling, proclaiming restoration
I secede from the common pool of thought
I'm done jumping through the hoops of acceptance
From these rings of fire I shall keep a distance
Standing above, I shall hit the moment on the spot
I want to feel, I want an overwhelming sensation
As the light trickles over the distant horizon
Soon, as closer I come, I observe a welcoming sun
I will reach my day, where all shall be wrong
I will one day reach my forbidden dawn