The Goal Is Your Soul

A lifelong list of Sundays, wrapped up with a bow

Justifies the greatest answers, that you may never know

The fallen is the viper, reap now what you sow

Screaming from the mountain tops, let his people go

He’s down, in hot damnation,

So down like you’ll never know

Going down to sweet temptation

Let his people go

In the eternal brood of liar

In the catastrophic fold

Count yourself amongst them

The goal is your soul

On the other side of sanity

Where the goodness dare not go

Count yourself amongst them

The goal is your soul

A lifelong list of blessings, didn’t go too far

And all the instinct you were given, wishing on that star

The fallen have your hope and love, the viper never trust

Know they are exchangeable, as you clean away the dust

He’s down, in hot damnation,

So down you’ll never know

Going down to sweet temptation

Let his people go

All forgiveness flying, screams to fill the air

A lifelong full of blessings rendered, didn’t work out fair

All forgiveness lying, screams to fill the hole

A lifelong full—-of blessings given

And the goal is still your soul