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