Imaginary Lines – Good Friday lyrics

An excruciating dose of harsh reality on this dreary, dark, cold March afternoon
A respectable chunk of my personality is ground to dust within this airtight room
I shout out a call to the ancient one, her name is on the tip of my tongue
And brace for the crash of revelating lungs but unmercifully that blow doesn't come

(So while I'm) dancing on the head of a stick
(Awaiting your) distinction between "Joe Hero" and "Jack Convict"
(I'll fight the) urge to quench the thirst of our ancestor's cravings
By not behaving so burned and conned

As my illusion of grandeur slowly smashes, one underlying discourse starts within
Will today's holy palms become the ashes that'll accompany tomorrow's changing hymns?
And so that brings us to Good Friday, "We both knew this day would someday come"
Although fasting from meat may make you hungry
I would have never believed you'd eat your young

(In a room off) pothole infested roads we'd play
(Those relative) games of black and white and shades of gray
(While fueling) the urge to fill the void in our ancestor's yearnings
Without concerning the new Babylon

Forsaken descendants, mechanical offspring
You'll never have children while this burden consumes you
Forsaken ancestry:
Tear down the Temple wall. Firebomb the pyramids. Level the twin towers then run!

But no one reminds me like you do of the ideals and ambitions that have been lost
Of all those naïve conclusions where we'd arrive, fooled
That the best things in life must harbor cost
And so we return to Good Friday, a juncture that we've expected all the while
But neither of us saw beyond today when Saturday's dawn must be compiled

(Harmoniously) singing the songs of yesterday
(In an attempt to) fabricate those verbal games we'd play
(Our aria) is composed of tunes of our ancestor's likeness, too polite to seize our day
Carpe diem! I want it all and I want it right now!

Forsaken opportunity, situation unforeseen,
You never did prepare for this day as reality
Forsaken opportunity:
Tear down the fortress walls, back-fill your foxhole,
Good Friday has come and now has gone!