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