The Hand Of Man - Faith And The Muse

Come the tides

We hear tell of a mortal season

Fed rife with rhyme and reason

Tained with despair

Kill-darkened skies

Painted black, so black with misery

Raining down with the impunity

Oh, the cross we’ve brought to bear

In the treason fields

Where man again destroys what man built

Man wears the weighted cloak of man’s guilt

For the blind we must remind

Raise your eyes

Behind a martyr’s mask of supplication

I find you guilty by association

Mute, somehow divine

I sing true

I can see right through you

I sing true

I can see right through you

Thirst for truth

Spit out the lies inside and search for meaning

The child in your hanging head is bleeding

Another dream to drown

Ignorance

Seek your knowledge in the volumes of dust

Render all to ashes and rust

And child, bring that hammer down

I sing true

I can see right through you

I sing true

I can see right through you

Oh, these latter days

They bear eternal winter’s coming frost

And the death of innocence

In this dying age we wander lost

DENY THE HAND OF MAN

Celebrate

Where mercy falls drunk you’ll find me

In the gutter, ever in the company

Of angels and of kings

Millenium

All the memories will fade like twilight

Take your place on either side of midnight

And sing, dear brother, sing

I sing true

I can see right through you

Right on cue

That face you wear betrays you