Landmark of progress, with an excess of analysis

Faith is removed from sensory view, let's rationalize this

Raised on logic, can we be unsure?

We hold fate by the jugular

Jesus you perceive, falsities and deceit

Hides the track marks on the soles of his feet

Take that for what you will

Encounters sidelined, trip the landmines and wrestle for control

I'm comfortably out of my league: estranged, half-baked and bold

Mindless callings indulged and obeyed

Irrelevant points they can be strayed

I'll fuck it up but I'm on the right track

Risks are the nature of my relapse

My business is my own