Beyond

The first time I ever went to school on a Sunday
I had a fresh workbook and we baked bread, it was a fine day
But it didn't take me long to tire of the white-washed walls
I still think about the scent of the overbleached rug
Like they could never wash away all the heretics' blood
Positive beliefs they had started to fall away
I'd stare at those four white-washed walls closing in on me and say

I really hope there's something else beyond this
Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond

'Cause I can still remember the day I stopped listening
The apocalypse and all the punishments didn't sit well with me
So I made up my mind and I told them that I wouldn't be back
I told them no one had the right to my secrets
And I was already on my way to mental freedom
But I was still thinking thoughts that now make me cringe
'Cause the human mind's always got room for wishful thinking

I really hope there's something else beyond this
Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond

But I don't need a god to figure out right from wrong
And I don't need a second life when this one is already long enough

I don't care if there's anything else beyond this
Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond