(Deen/Kilfelt)

Point counterpoint,

the decending line, the human race' spiritual umbilical cord

Path of the dead, the light at the end of the tunnel

A compost beep, natures furtile upkeep

The decision, the choice, the agonizing fear of sinning

The leering lustful wanton thing

A romantic heart in all it's bitter bondage

Actions of a sort that's unforseen

No Resurrection, unless you want it to go on

No right or wrong, no up or down

Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath

Denying the reckless ambition of life

The trial of living, the veil of ego's conceit

Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies

Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone

Tbe hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight Zone

The self righteous fool thought be played by the rules

The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels

And the transient men who have all been condemned

But a heart burns brighter in many of them

Point counterpoint, 

T .V. church school, parents, streets all with their disease

What can be learned that is not known

Everybody's yelling, nobody's telling

Somebody's selling bad answers who's really qualified

Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition 

Must I, should I, fear for my life

Standing sentinel waits at the doorway 

Patiently watching the gateway tonight 

No Resurrection, unless you walk into the sun 

No right or wrong, no up or down 

Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath

Denying the reckless ambition of life 

Point counterpoint, 

the developing soul, the primitive cold age old experiment

Humanity screams the survival of an endangered species

Plot in the Earth replanting the garden of love 

Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition 

Must I, should I, fear for my life 

Standing sentinel waits at the doorway 

Patiently watching the gateway tonight

No Resurrection, unless you want it to go on 

No right or wrong, no up or down 

Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath

Denying the reckless ambition of life 

The trial of living the veil of ego's conceit 

Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies

Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone

The hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight Zone 

The self righteous fool thought he played by the rules

The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels

And the transient men who have all been condemned

But a heart bums brighter in many of them