He was the first of the nonbelievers

They denied every single word he said

Though he could assure them the men in parade

Would lead them into even greyer days



The Agnostic man made his way through the crowd

Told no stories, just stepped up to disprove

But reality is classified and so is the truth

Now he's staring up a dirty prison roof



No mission completed, conquered defeated

Counting his days of hope and pride

Well, on the bunk he died, his soul got locked up

But like a torch it burns right here tonight