Devil's Curse and Angel's Wings

And to this flesh we're bound

Thrown in a box and buried underground

But what becomes of flesh

When there's no one around?

Is the mind apart from body?

Is the soul apart from mind?

Is the flesh what makes us

Or what keeps us behind?

Are we creatures of reason

With instinct holding still?

Are we forces of nature

Or do we act through will?

Now if everyone's a sinner

As we've all been told

Where will we be going

When we find out Hell is full?

Is this your way to make us cry out to be saved?

That in the end we are not worth a grave

Now they're alone, but searching,

For something to call their own, a home

And as I watch them rise I realize

It's the mind that makes them feed

But instinct supplies the need

Flesh, mind and soul become one at birth

But when you die, your soul will fly

And your flesh will walk the Earth

Without a damn star in the sky

This is the end, say good-bye

I only hope when my time comes

I'm good enough to die

No breath of Devil's Curse

Nor wind of Angel's Wings

Could blow away a goddamn thing