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There was once a man who was confused by the world
So he took it in his hands and he cut it into pieces
Exposing the rancid core, this sweet meaty crust
Calling men to see the laughing lies of trust
The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic
Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick
The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame
He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame
There was once a man who grew tired of believing
In the self serving idols of the royal viceroys
In time binding ties conceptive of the mind
Free to set themselves from the pits of dark decline
His obvious discontent was nervous smiles away
From the son of ill reprieve staring into the fire
Set shaping wax boil and boiling demise
With screaming pain in his eyes he set the image ablaze
The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic
Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick
The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame
He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame
Surface yourselves, men of dark decline
Surface yourselves, state of confusion
Bring me that man, let me look at him
Do you deny the charges against you?
Ha! He lies! Take him away
Next
Oh yes, you. Who is that dark man?
He is strange and fretting. String him up
God will save him if he’s pure of heart
Ha. Bring me that man. Let me look at him
Do you deny the charges against you?
Tell the truth. Take him away
Next
Oh yes. What about you woman? Are we tired of her yet?
Come on in, the fire’s fine
What about you? And you? AND YOU?
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
So he took it in his hands and he cut it into pieces
Exposing the rancid core, this sweet meaty crust
Calling men to see the laughing lies of trust
The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic
Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick
The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame
He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame
There was once a man who grew tired of believing
In the self serving idols of the royal viceroys
In time binding ties conceptive of the mind
Free to set themselves from the pits of dark decline
His obvious discontent was nervous smiles away
From the son of ill reprieve staring into the fire
Set shaping wax boil and boiling demise
With screaming pain in his eyes he set the image ablaze
The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic
Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick
The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame
He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame
Surface yourselves, men of dark decline
Surface yourselves, state of confusion
Bring me that man, let me look at him
Do you deny the charges against you?
Ha! He lies! Take him away
Next
Oh yes, you. Who is that dark man?
He is strange and fretting. String him up
God will save him if he’s pure of heart
Ha. Bring me that man. Let me look at him
Do you deny the charges against you?
Tell the truth. Take him away
Next
Oh yes. What about you woman? Are we tired of her yet?
Come on in, the fire’s fine
What about you? And you? AND YOU?
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
Try to understand the torch is in your hand
