New Maps of Hell

Bad Religion New Maps of Hell Album

11.Lost Pilgrim

Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears,
And lonely eyes look way beyond your years.
Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury,
Your lips turn blue and you're struggling just to see.
You were too far gone to carry on, now your life has stalled,
Pilgrim, when you left them all behind,
The lonely mess destroyed your able mind.
Pilgrim, see the writing on the door,
And the next in line, paces his stride, waiting for your fall,
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.
And go to their grave.
Don't despair, this world of toil and care.
Pilgrim, will you ever find your call?
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.
And go to their grave.
Don't despair, this world of toil and care.
This pilgrim lost his way.
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Pilgrim, when you left them all behind,
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.
And the next in line, paces his stride, waiting for your fall,
Pilgrim, will you ever find your call?
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.