Songtext von Flesh and Blood Dilemma

An absurd sense of comfort Is found in a world of lies Implanted in the womb of the beginning Shrouded in a fog of man made pride Of a deity's command, of nature's scourge and rape But a mind bent with rage Finds the need the impulse to murder Distilled at birth, kept by the chasm of time Still brooding deep, feeding on the throb of sin The very sin that contradicts the rules of flesh Flesh... A secret prison succeeding to anger the soul at best Searching the solutions To the leering conflict, the human equation Trigger the bullet's swift clean kill Free and wield the blade Smiting the eyes of angels and demons the same... The storm clouds purging of torrid rain will soon begin Poison tears from beneath the great all seeing's lid Burning flesh yet still bringing a bitter frost Winter's confine grips every soul of man Trigger the bullet's swift clean kill Take and wield the blade, smiting the eyes of an angel... Angels... Angels... Sickened the dawn of death glows upon each face The breath of innocence is displaced... disgraced... Stricken with an undying need to destroy Flesh, blood and bone are mere toys To strangle the very pulse of the heart To extinguish the very flame of the soul A mind with rage finds the need, the impulse to murder When trying has failed to lighten the burden of time When dreams are dead and gone There's nothing left but to contemplate what's after death The storm clouds purging of torrid rain will soon begin Poison tears from beneath the great all seeing's lid Burning flesh yet still bringing a bitter frost Winter's confine grips every soul of man