Title: The Word Made Flesh

Artist: Paradise Lost

It looks to kill
And fails to wait in sight
It twist me from inside
Carry all, heal the sore,
I can no longer bleed
What is this, things I've been,
You can't set me free
The one I see,
A blinded fool corrupting me
From within, worn away
Find, by mind, abuse ways
Allures me from restrain
(I'd kill while other rape)
Create the obscene, you can see me free
Sense predicts the scorn
The hour of peace is gone
The one I see,
A blind dead fool - forever be
Burning me... Worn fools that prey
An a fath filled day
Laughter stays, out of my way
Pass through my dismay