The Word Made Flesh — Paradise Lost

It looks to kill And fails to wait in sight It twists me from inside Carry all, heal the sore, I can no longer bleed What is this, thing I've been, you can set me free The one I see, a blinded fool corrupting me From within, worn away

Find, by mind, abusive ways Allures me from restrain (I'd kill while others rape) Create the obscene, you can set me free Sense predicts the scorn The hour of peace is gone The one I see, a blind deaf fool forever be Burning me... burning me

Worn fools that prey On a faith filled day Laughter stays, out of my way Pass through my dismay