Bad Religion - The Quickening lyrics

The quickening is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark, like catching lightning in a jar And the pain that it brings is just the promise of spring It's madness on the wing, oh, what does it mean? To come alive, to come alive To come alive To come alive, to come alive To come alive The entering is soulful conjecturing Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved cost, please come back to me again Because the way that she bleeds, he'll sit alone when he reads Confusing words and deeds, so what does it mean? To come alive, to come alive To come alive To come alive, to come alive To come alive To pierce the fame Of the sacred and profane For science, in service of the faith But who will bear the mark of Cain? To come alive, to come alive To come alive To come alive, to come alive To come alive