And to this flesh we’re bound
Thrown in a box and buried underground
But what becomes of flesh
When there’s no one around?
Is the mind apart from body?
Is the soul apart from mind?
Is the flesh what makes us
Or what keeps us behind?
Are we creatures of reason
With instinct holding still?
Are we forces of nature
Or do we act through will?
Now if everyone’s a sinner
As we’ve all been told
Where will we be going
When we find out Hell is full?
Is this your way to make us cry out to be saved?
That in the end we are not worth a grave
Now they’re alone, but searching,
For something to call their own, a home
And as I watch them rise I realize
It’s the mind that makes them feed
But instinct supplies the need
Flesh, mind and soul become one at birth
But when you die, your soul will fly
And your flesh will walk the Earth
Without a damn star in the sky
This is the end, say good-bye
I only hope when my time comes
I’m good enough to die
No breath of Devil’s Curse
Nor wind of Angel’s Wings
Could blow away a goddamn thing |
