Fragile Flesh Lyrics - Singles - Mors Principium Est

We feel the anger rise before the wake 

We march against the wars of hate 

The wratful demons come to brake your fate 

You're living in a lie, you won't be safe 

My heart is burned to six feet under 

My soul is black as the moonless night 

There's one thing that the heathens seek 

The fragile flesh of the unborn child 

Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me 

Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud 

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry 

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry 

Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me 

Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life 

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry 

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry 

We feel the anger rise before the wake 

We march against the wars of hate 

The wratful demons come to brake your fate 

You're living in a lie, you won't be safe 

My heart is burned to six feet under 

My soul is black as the moonless night 

There's one thing that the heathens seek 

The fragile flesh of the unborn child 

Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me 

Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud 

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry 

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry 

Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me 

Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life 

That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry 

Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry