كلمات Rebellion

Two alone in a sack of skin playing the role of slave master of war that is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh that is my hell Penitent rebel riding the ether or grovelling in the mud I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way Two alone in a sack of skin playing the role of slave master of war that is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh Captured and tortured I don't want this, I want to leave How can one go when on has already arrived? Flight is an illusion and even triumph is bitter when only the battle is counted I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way Rebellion!