Foregone Conclusions

                                  I don't want to believe that all of the above is true

But I could be persuaded if you were to give me proof 

Why don't you come over Thursday maybe we can talk it through 

As if some new information were possible to comprehend or introduce

After all you and I are nothing more than foregone conclusions 



You were to busy steering the conversation toward the lord 

To hear the voice of the spirit begging you to shut the fuck up 

You thought it must be the devil trying to make you go astray 

Besides it could not have been the lord because you don't believe he talks that way 

Too close to call yet still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions