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 grayer 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, prison roof   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 is locked in   But like a torch it burns here tonight      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 grayer days      No mission completed, conquered defeated   Counting his days of hope and pride   Well, on the bunk he died, his soul is locked in   But like a torch it burns here tonight      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 grayer days      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 grayer days