| "Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will" - | |
| Joseph Glanvill- | |
| Someone told me there is a war within | |
| And the wor (l) d became flesh | |
| Someone told me about a handmade sin | |
| Denying all you once confessed | |
| Don't bow to me | |
| Don't worship me | |
| We are torn apart by silver lunacy | |
| Because weak | |
| I am As weak as no man has been before | |
| Don't you pray anymore... | |
| And you will never be the same again (Non-believers raze the stray) | |
| And you will never be the same again (No longer will your faith remain) | |
| Someone told me it is worth crying for | |
| Any grace is built on lies | |
| Making love with defiled angels | |
| Your tongue in mine | |
| I saw YOU in my darkest dreams | |
| Gliding into a sea of snakes | |
| I saw the flesh divine | |
| And the flesh became spirit | |
| FLESH! |