Cobalt - Two-Thumbed Fist lyrics

So what in god's name did it mean and why? That bony old finger pointin' down from the sky at you All alone Dog made life for you Praise this false sense of it all! Peter thrice denied His life's most prized Tax collector So breathe a breath worth living Squeeze the juices Of exhaustion Fire our mouths at the big a** Lies in the sky I don't believe them Seven peyote bu*tons Six drinks in on strong rum Touch the eyes of the living Hump the netherworld hallway Tribes of men Stared in to the sky God's revenge is one bad story Close your watering eyes And drive your car into a tree Fall out of time with me Buried in the hills by the lives we once wished for No man Clench bad hands Making holes in palms Shaped like fingernails Made by white knuckles The way, the truth, and light is gone And the dust you reflected recedes Drop me dead and you'll find me there Without regret, nor tears, nor guts Just nothing Don't trust impulse Fist f** and win No man No man No man No man No man, save none, want none, smear god on their faces Save me Damn me Drink me, in the ground, nail my story on their tables No dog No dog No Bog No dog No dog No dog No Bog No dog No dog No dog No Bog No dog No bog Bogdamn god