Flesh Is Fragile 歌词

In the garden where virtue stands tall Pluck the flowers made of flesh and stone All statues are risen and damned to fall It is a world of skin, made of bones All the flesh is fragile We're all signed with scars All the flesh is fragile Forever shining stars When golden blood is flooding cold Liquid bodies are forcing us to sin Deep down the burning soul The raining nails are carving in the skin Carriers of scars - The world is our sin Beholders of flesh - Hollow within When red is black and ablaze is horns Diseases are marked on every page Hollow bodies dejected with scorn The last breath of the final age In the absence of abstract reality See the sun of the white iris blind Burning blood in crucifixion ecstasy It is a world of skin, the noose of life