Malady Lyrics

Temporary fulfillment, unsatisfying.
Between winter and summer,
Lukewarm, this is where I fall.
The flower teaches a lesson of life.

A garden left unattended
is not far from the heart and mind.

The wind is needed to make
the tree grow stronger -
Higher and farther to its potential.

Distraction are what these demons call on.
The idols of the earth, they make their whores.

I beg for you. Is this the state of my heart?
Revive the forest, The woods
that they may stand strong.
Purge all that is dead,
so that new life may grow.
I beg for freedom, a heathen
asking for everything.

lay me across the anvil.
Cool the fires of my vengeance.
Purge the heart and mold its shape.
Cover me in the blood.
The one cure for all our sickness.
The cure for sin and shame.

Malady of the spirit, a malady of my soul.
Even my lack of explanation is unsatisfying.
Bridge this void.