Finite - Bad Religion

In a quantity of light

You can search for all of your life

But it’s finite

From a sudden burst of sound

The recoil may never be found

It is finite

On and on, on and on

But impervious to calculation

On and on

It’s impervious to calculation

Woah, just how far it goes

Nobody knows

In the peaceful warm embrace

The intention shows on your face

But it’s finite

From the hate that spurs us on

To the meek and gullible pawn

It is finite

On and on, on and on

It’s impervious to calculation

On and on

But impervious to calculation

Woah, just how far it goes

Where the lightning sparked a flash

When precisely did it pass

All delusions went away

As with all the shades of gray

Now i’m left with faulty tools

And a hazy set of rules

And brand new day

In the turbulent conscious stream

The unbearable lightness of being

It is finite

From the universal mass

Constant matters coming to pass

It is finite

On and on, on and on

But impervious to calculation

On and on

It’s impervious to calculation

Woah, just how far it goes

Nobody knows

No one knows

Woah, no one knows

No one knows