Gift Of Flesh

I am all destiny, a trade A grain of sand I am the lesson to be learned I take the throat of innocence And leave decay I stain the way for all to see No fear, no voice, no reason In God no guiding light When all the guilt that's in your head Turns its back and plays for dead You scorch the earth and torch the sky Conscience low with head held high Indulge and multiply And sacrifice As lack of breath chokes underground Divulge degenerate The darker side From windows watch the screaming sky No fear, no voice, no reason In God no guiding light When all the guilt that's in your head Turns its back and plays for dead You scorch the earth and torch the sky Conscience low with head held high When all the guilt that's in your head Turns its back and plays for dead You scorch the earth and torch the sky Conscience low with head held high From all the truth comes all the shame The curse of flesh just takes its aim On hallowed ground and tortured sky Walk in fear with spirits high