The Flesh, The Blood And The Man — Madder Mortem

This morning reeks of disaster A storm waits to unfold Lover, come feed me your silences Words could be too sharp and cold

Don't leave me out

I search for signs beneath each stone you're turning I don't know how to keep myself un-bound Oh, lover, you smile me such promises and then you veer away and bring my heart back down

Don't leave me out

Fight! It's too easy to slip into lethargy Crack a smile to uphold the illusion of truth Close your eyes and keep getting lost in modality or make your peace with the flesh and the blood and the man

Here comes the haze again Restless thoughts that chew through their tails much too soon No answers, but no end to slick replies, empty and useless and groomed

Fight! It's too easy to slip into lethargy Crack a smile to uphold the illusion of truth Don't close your eyes Stop getting lost in modality Make your peace Make your peace with the man