Woorden: Bad Religion. New Maps of Hell. 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 strugglin' just to see

You were too far gone to carry on
Now your life has stalled
As you march ahead, yet go no place at all

Pilgrim, when you left them all behind
The loneliness destroyed your able mind
Pilgrim, see the writing on the door?
It's taken you back to a place you were before

And the next in line, paces his stride
Waiting for your fall
With a hope that lies in a hidden master's call

Pious eyes, ignoring passersby
And gone to their grave
Don't despair, this world of toil and care
This pilgrim lost his way

Pilgrim, will you ever find your call?
Is truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all?

Pious eyes, ignoring passersby
And gone to their grave
Don't despair, this world of toil and care
This pilgrim lost his way