The Good Book

Do you dream Do you dream? Of the time before the good book Encompassed everything There was a personal Spirituality Not poisoned by a man's By a man's perverse needs I wrote the book You wrote the book We all penned a verse It became a twisted version of our personal quirks Why we made it our darkest fantasy Cuz we never spoke aloud about it Our own blasphemy It's anyone's best guess It's a travesty Do you scream Do you scream? At all the words on the page The rules someone else made Filling you with rage Filling you with rage Is there rhythm in anger? Is there wisdom in the sage? Oh I've got so much pain I wrote the book You wrote the book We all penned a verse It became a twisted version of our personal quirks Why we made it our darkest fantasy Cuz we never spoke aloud about it Our own blasphemy It's anyone's best guess It's a tragedy like your empty nest Do you feel Do you feel? Like we've given up on hope At the end of our rope Our personal vendetta Turned into a bitter trope Is a plucked wing a blessing? Is it your mechanism of cope? I wrote the book You wrote the book We all penned a verse It became a twisted version of our personal quirks Why we made it our darkest fantasy Cuz we never spoke aloud about it Our own blasphemy It's anyone's best guess Do you dream Do you dream? Of the time before the good book Encompassed everything It's a nightmare in disguise You've pardoned it with lies But we can't hide our fears In the hymns we sing I wrote the book You wrote the book We all penned a verse It became a twisted version of our personal quirks Why we made it our darkest fantasy Cuz we never spoke aloud about it Our own blasphemy It's anybody's best guess It's a tragedy