I.T.R.O.S. Lyrics

The root of the problem
Lies not in the mind, but in the heart
The contemplation of man's thoughts
Portrays his soul
Corrupted with blasphemous ideals
Heavy laden with regret
He crawls back to you my God
Who welcomes with an open heart
The lust that layers the inner core
Blinds man from escape
Temporary pain is nonexistent
It burrows ever present
He screams in terror for Christ to help him yet each time the offense repeats itself
Fear of damnation to hellfire looms in his heart
The saving grace of God the Father
Is the only alleviation
Strip the layers of corruption
No sin will survive
In the remains of structure
The bread of life will revive