Текст песни
It is the loss of all control, what use is decision
The caress of the rain, your perception of what really set you free, rotting in the depths of the unknown
the cold of the sweat
Rotting in the depths of the unknown, the day may come when at last you will see, what use is decision
For what we think is to come is never written in stone, this is the fear of all flesh, and find the answers that you seek
it is the loss of all control
Suffering the only way, decay of the body and souls
It is an affliction, the paralyzing horrors of the world, take hold your heart and steady your soul
To look beyond what we can see, cries of the past that still echo in me blind to the path that i just cannot see, what use is decision
cries of the past that still echo in me blind to the path that i just cannot see
that the fear of all flesh might be what drives us to be
Suffering the only way, just wait until the future unfolds Of, both clouded and twisted
Your perception of what really set you free, what use is decision Flesh, rotting in the depths of the unknown
Just wait until the future unfolds, decay of the body and souls
the cold of the sweat
your perception of what really set you free
This is the fear of all flesh, what use is decision
To look beyond what we can see, the day may come when at last you will see, it is an affliction
Stay true to what you know, we all lack the vision
stay true to what you know
The caress of the rain, for what we think is to come is never written in stone
the thought of the loss or the sting of the pain
That the fear of all flesh might be what drives us to be, rotting in the depths of the unknown, the thought of the loss or the sting of the pain
Your perception of what really set you free, what use is decision
There is no stopping, this is the fear of all flesh Fear, there is no stopping
Your perception of what really set you free, both clouded and twisted
what use is decision
This is the fear of all flesh, what use is decision Of, the thought of the loss or the sting of the pain
The cold of the sweat, suffering the only way All, for what we think is to come is never written in stone
the day may come when at last you will see
That comes to weed us out one by one, this is the fear of all flesh
both clouded and twisted
And find the answers that you seek, the thought of the loss or the sting of the pain, suffering the only way
this is the fear of all flesh
The day may come when at last you will see, that the fear of all flesh might be what drives us to be Of, the cold of the sweat