Hooks of Hunger

He that hath eyes to see, let him see

And he that hath ears to hear, let him hear

The gospel of the great bleeding ahead

The rage of the unborn and

The wrath of the dead

For have we not sold their bonds

For shreds of false fulfillment?

Yes, we have sold their bonds for pleasure!

And we have sold their blood for hollow sounds of laud

Ancient holy essence for puffs of weightless gold

Yes weightless is the coin of Satan

Weightless is its dead warmth

Would you know the devil if hell was a place of comfort?

Would you know damnation if hell was a state of satisfaction?

In flames of risk-free battle, would you know the devil

If hell was a bed of unearned rest?

Would you know who to blame if hell was

A ball of flesh kept in place with hooks of hunger?

He that hath eyes to see, let him see

And he that hath blood to bleed, let him bleed

For have we not sold our veins for barren chants of praise?

All that you hold must be paid for again

And again our scars must be counted

And again our truths must stand up and gird for war

All smiles must be measured and weighed on scales of woe

Would you know the devil if hell was a vault of latent deeds?

Would you know who to praise if hell was

A wreath of lust torn from grace with hooks of hunger?