Gift of Flesh

 

I am all destiny, a trade 

A grain of sand 

I am the lesson to be learned 

I take the throat of innocence 

And leave decay 

I stain the way for all to see 

 

No fear, no voice, no reason 

In God no guiding light 

When all the guilt that's in your head 

Turns its back and plays for dead 

You scorch the earth and torch the sky 

Conscience low with head held high 

 

Indulge and multiply 

And sacrifice 

As lack of breath chokes underground 

Divulge degenerate 

The darker side 

From windows watch the screaming sky 

 

No fear, no voice, no reason

In God no guiding light

When all the guilt that's in your head 

Turns its back and plays for dead 

You scorch the earth and torch the sky 

Conscience low with head held

 

From all the truth comes all the shame 

The curse of flesh just takes its aim 

On hallowed ground and tortured sky 

Walk in fear with spirits high