"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!