Fleshsong کے بول

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