Fleshsong

King of tortured souls and lies
It's easy to control their minds
Tell them what they went to hear
Kingdom of salvation is near
For a fair price

Your indecision won't help you stand
Trust your own vision to force their hand
When all we know and all we feel
Is just not real

Feeding time
Wait all day to hear their favourite lie
That the flesh is weak, and so am I
Enforce their morals, too strong to deny
To dull your mind

Your indecision won't help you strand
Trust your own vision, to force their hand
When all we know, and all we feel
Is just not real, as what we're told
You'll know you're all alone

Hand of God is all we're told
Hand of God is all we're told

The fool's route again