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