Pilgrim

Dreams like a kaleidoscope

Life's just some shitty list I wrote

Of everything I've ever broke

A circus of debris

Of every jagged word I've spoke

Every cigarette I've smoked

If ever you were told to, don't, don't ever change a thing

Floating down the stream of time

Teach this pilgrim how to shine

Floating down the stream

What's it gonna be?

You can't take what isn't mine

Oh

The flood that comes in all my dreams

A tsunami of memories

Take me where they'll bury me

Acquaint me with the stones

For every brick, and every beam

A slave will work, and sweat, and bleed

And an architect collects his fee

All floods do run to home

Floating down the stream of time

You can't take what isn't mine

Floating down the stream

What's it gonna be?

Teach this pilgrim how to die

Oh

Before the sun completes its arc

And leaves us wintering and dark

Is there a language here or just strange marks?

Some alphabet of souls

Some memories whisper low remarks

Others, never ceasing bark

Like dogs in some sunless park

Forever digging holes

Floating down the stream of time

Take this pilgrim, make him shine

Floating down the stream

What's it gonna be?

Teach this pilgrim how to die

The day will come when I awake

And the cold wind of the dawn will say

'I don't care if you go or stay, just don't forget your soul'

Vanity like leaden plates

Protect me from what radiates

Reality's this honest wake

Pass through me and go on

Floating down the streams of time

You can't take what isn't mine

Floating down the stream

What's it gonna be?

Teach this pilgrim how to die