Thought Industry - The Flesh Is Weak lyrics

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On a frozen meadow lake, a breath's exhaled. A<br />

Dove. It's head within it's wing. A runny-nosed child<br />

Laughs without worry. Post office critics spread gossips<br />

Creed. Grandma still wishes she could run. Newspaper<br />

Topics "Fear Far Away". Grandma talks so young, when<br />

Life was grand.<br />

I will stand on the window ledge. Dandelions in my<br />

Hair. Hands raised towards the sky. Dying after all, was a<br />

Parents lie.<br />

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They feed us war, they feed us poverty. Melt to dust<br />

My plastic leaders. Politicians, spinning life's roulette<br />

Wheel. Making money worth more than life. Macho-<br />

Hero, you better back away. No emotion, yet dreaming<br />

Love. Maybe I just hate people as a whole. Once again<br />

The God of Life.<br />

A cloud covers my face. I'll take the time to think.<br />

The flesh is weak. My hands are clenched until my nails<br />

Draw the blood of thought. The flesh is weak.<br />

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Rise for war. Children grab guns. Rise to die for a<br />

Better America. Seers of the 90s still scream the same<br />

Questions. Is there a God? Does the Universe end? What<br />

Is Easter Island? Who built Stonehenge? What is the<br />

Truth behind evolution.<br />

Rise for work. Day of responsibility. Rise for dollars<br />

To buy peace. Lost again I am upon rny window ledge.<br />

My dandelions have turned to a halo of thorns. Now I<br />

Comprehend why Jesus wept. The human race has been<br />

Diseased with indifference.<br />

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Pain twists upon my face. I'll take the time to think.<br />

The flesh is weak. My face shuts till my eyes pour the<br />

Blood of thought. The flesh is weak.<br />

Of my love you will see that my love is of another<br />

Kind. Drenched in blood, sugar coated. My love<br />

Destroys. Of my mind you will feel that my hate is of a<br />

Better kind. Be it you must, be it you will; the thorns are<br />

Yours.<br />

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Filled with despair. On the eleventh floor. With a<br />

Gentle touch, I'm thrown towards the ground. Life's<br />

Glorious end.<br />

This country has lost it's sense of priorities, and I'll<br />

Not support our troops; or any other cheesy Nazi-like<br />

Ad-propaganda bumpersticker dupe. I think Bush<br />

Wasted enough money on parades. A celebrations that's<br />

Lasted longer than the war. And no goddamn flag gets in<br />

The back window of my car, it's non-running color<br />

Problems are quite black and white to me. I don't betray<br />

My country, I survive my government.