The Fault of the Flesh

To see the fault of unrequited love

There is no truth, there is no purity, there is no love

Flesh is the weakness, flesh is the fault

We are embodiment of all the world's wrongs

No time to look back, we are gone

No time to regret the seeds we've thrown away

Man is a parasite, man is the cause

We are destroyers and creators, our precious flaw

We are the architects of fate

We are impure for we burn all we berate

We are but flesh and flesh is the weakness

We are born of blood sinew and bone

We're all just spinning in this useless hole in time

On our way into the black unknown

Man is the parasite, man is the cause

We are destroyers and creators, our precious flaw

Flesh is the weakness, flesh is the fault

We are embodiment of all the world's wrongs

No time to look back, we are gone

No time to regret the seeds we've thrown away

We are but flesh and flesh is the weakness

We are born of blood sinew and bone

We're all just spinning in this useless hole in time

On our way into the black unknown

I am but flesh, and flesh is weak

I am but flesh, and flesh is weak