Pt I: Introduction [bad word] 

Pt II: Never Pass Away
With the slip of hand and a boombox
I am the man with a plan and the [bad word] drops
Going off to a place that I never knew
I don't mind doin' time goin' solo
All I know is there's so much I don't know
I'm just lookin' for something to fall into
I'm in control of having no control [bad word] days I had to let them go
And seek to find some peace in my mind and not look behind..

But there's a road in the blazing sun
There's a flow that I can't [bad word] I've got to find my life my way
To a world that will never pass away

In the heat of the day pushin' midnight
I got nothing to say that's a sound byte
Life's too short for a bottom line
I don't want a cliche or a peep show
Say what you gotta say and then let's go
The world is waiting on the other side
There was a way I lived in humble pride
Everyday in spiritual genocide
The desert sand the days of the damned left holes in my hand..

But there's a road in the blazing sun
There's a flow that I can't [bad word] I've got to find the [bad word] my way
To a world that will never pass away

The bottom drops out and you're nowhere, nowhere to be found
Lost in the tide of the other side in the city of the sound
It didn't take long to change you promised son to a [bad word] But [bad word] never dies so lift your eyes forward to the...forward to the sun

Pt III: Loosing Your Soul
Live like a face card hangin' in the window
You're a big band blastin' on the 4th of July
You got the babe [bad word] - got the paparazzi
You can tell them all to wait 'cause [bad word] don't apply.. let's fly!

Jesus you loved him once when you were little
But you can't play second fiddle for some pie in the sky
Now the nice kid's cigar is gettin' fatter
But it doesn't really matter cause we're all gonna die
And you lie - while gain the world's control
You might be losing your soul

The Calendar kid and the thin Mad Hatter
They all keep getting fatter from the seeds that you sow
It's really all you; you tell them you're a family
You're a racerembracer but it's all just a show
So you lie - you might hit the highest goal
But you're still losing your soul
So you lie - while you gain the world's control
You might be losing your soul

Pt IV: The Mystery
Looking back you're reminded of the numerous losses
The losses that you knew from a previous plauge
In spite of the knowing and rather than growing [bad word] up with excuses intentionally vague

With obvious lack of heartfelt care
Stripped of all feeling emotionally bare
You find yourself just standing there
Trying to explain the mystery

Stagnant love of former generations
Built on pretense and conditional love
Your selfish soul feeds on past revelation
Holding the mystery in history's glove

With obvious lack of heartfelt care
Stripped of all feeling emotionally bare
You find yourself just standing there
Trying to explain the mystery

Pt V: Some Kind Of Yesterday
Timeline leaves you blind
No sense of depth or height
Beyond you, you step into
The raining rays of light

Some kind of yesterday
Is calling you from world's away
And [bad word] to let you know
You can't get in without letting go
Let this other life have control

Sunshine pours like wine
You're standing at the door
silhouette it's like you've met
But never known before

Some kind of yesterday
Is calling you from world's away
And [bad word] to let you know
You can't get in without letting go
Some kind of yesterday
Is calling you from world's away
The one you believed in then
Whose love for you will never end
He's calling you to rise, Rise Again!