Pariah
To sacrifice oneself never made sense to me
Cause life is really the only and last gift we've all received
Some will waste it in the name of something you can't see
Continually defeat the purpose of that something creating

Oh, delusions
Are meant to justify, justify the things you do
Oh, delusions
Never really qualified, qualified as an excuse

As he approached the city center with the skyline in view
There was nothing left to contemplate, he knew he must follow through
With the plan certified by faith and a plan written in death
At that moment, this was it, he took his last breath

No more hiding, no more hiding, no more blame
No more fighting, no more fighting, no more pain
No more chaos, no more chaos, no more stress
And no addiction, no addiction, no more mess
No swollen head
No more greed, no more feeding from the hand
No more writing, no more "blame it on the man"
Realize it's your own fault

The album was inspired by the essay "Imagine There Is No Heaven: A Letter to the Six Billionth Citizen". The essay was written by British-Indian novelist Salman Rushdie, who found controversy in 1988 over one of his books gaining him a religious fatwa for Rushdie's death from Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini which ultimately resulted in United Kingdom and Iran breaking diplomatic ties to each other a year later. In consideration of the essay, the album has common themes in agnosticism and the questioning of beliefs and society.

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned,
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.

Chorus
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.

Chorus

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.

Chorus

Monday
Restate my assumptions
Heaven and hell
Do not exist
Tuesday
Restate my assumptions
If you die you do so
At your own risk
Into the heart of darkness
Beyond the point of no return
Wednesday
Restate my assumptions
Beauty is not
The same thing as youth
Thursday
Restate my assumptions
Only one thing beautiful
That's the truth
Into the heart of darkness
Beyond the point of no return
What the fuck is happening?
Where has everybody gone?
What the hell is going on?
There is nothing as frightening as being alone
Friday
Restate my assumptions
The writer writes for himself
Not for you
Saturday
Restate my assumptions
A song is not a song
Until it's listened to