The Flesh Is Weak Lyrics

On a frozen meadow lake, a breath's exhaled. A
dove. It's head within it's wing. A runny-nosed child
laughs without worry. Post office critics spread gossips
creed. Grandma still wishes she could run. Newspaper
topics "Fear Far Away". Grandma talks so young, when
life was grand.
I will stand on the window ledge. Dandelions in my
hair. Hands raised towards the sky. Dying after all, was a
parents lie.

They feed us war, they feed us poverty. Melt to dust
my plastic leaders. Politicians, spinning life's roulette
wheel. Making money worth more than life. Macho-
hero, you better back away. No emotion, yet dreaming
love. Maybe I just hate people as a whole. Once again
the God of Life.
A cloud covers my face. I’ll take the time to think.
The flesh is weak. My hands are clenched until my nails
draw the blood of thought. The flesh is weak.

Rise for war. Children grab guns. Rise to die for a
better America. Seers of the 90’s still scream the same
questions. Is there a God? Does the Universe end? What
is Easter Island? Who built Stonehenge? What is the
truth behind evolution.
Rise for work. Day of responsibility. Rise for dollars
to buy peace. Lost again I am upon rny window ledge.
My dandelions have turned to a halo of thorns. Now I
comprehend why Jesus wept. The human race has been
diseased with indifference.

Pain twists upon my face. I'll take the time to think.
The flesh is weak. My face shuts till my eyes pour the
blood of thought. The flesh is weak.
Of my love you will see that my love is of another
kind. Drenched in blood, sugar coated. My love
destroys. Of my mind you will feel that my hate is of a
better kind. Be it you must, be it you will; the thorns are
yours.

Filled with despair. On the eleventh floor. With a
gentle touch, I'm thrown towards the ground. Life's
glorious end.
“This country has lost its sense of priorities, and I'll
not support our troops; or any other cheesy Nazi-like
ad-propaganda bumpersticker dupe. I think Bush
wasted enough money on parades. A celebrations that's
lasted longer than the war. And no goddamn flag gets in
the back window of my car, its non-running color
problems are quite black and white to me. I don't betray
my country, I survive my government.”