Fragile Flesh

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