The Sceptic
This a live demo version of The Sceptic - we plan to record and release this song on our second album!
(With) bloodied hands, this is my stand.
(I) push belief, for what is man?
I walk towards the edges of iniquity
And feel the touch of grass beneath me
The water comes to wash away my sin;
I submerge my head, I'm drowning.
Currents pull me, with ease I could let go.
With bitter will I struggle from the flow.
See sullied idols; I can smell the spider,
Fooled by the safety of the history inside her.
My hand reaches in
To feel another’s flesh within.
I remember feeling your hand,
But you have deserted my land.
Spider dies
Amongst lies
Brothers fall,
Prophets call.
A sacred kiss;
Will you doubt this?
