Burning Image, Burning -

There was once a man who was confused by the world

So he took it in his hands and he cut it into pieces

Exposing the rancid core, this sweet meaty crust

Calling men to see the laughing lies of trust

The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic

Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick

The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame

He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame

There was once a man who grew tired of believing

In the self serving idols of the royal viceroys

In time binding ties conceptive of the mind

Free to set themselves from the pits of dark decline

His obvious discontent was nervous smiles away

From the son of ill reprieve staring into the fire

Set shaping wax boil and boiling demise

With screaming pain in his eyes he set the image ablaze

The rational called him unstable, the religious called him heretic

Bound and thrown into a cell prepared for the mentally sick

The inquisitor questioned him with iron tongs and flame

He was ordered burned at the stake to relieve the public’s shame

Surface yourselves, men of dark decline

Surface yourselves, state of confusion

Bring me that man, let me look at him

Do you deny the charges against you?

Ha!

He lies!

Take him away

Next

Oh yes, you.

Who is that dark man?

He is strange and fretting.

String him up

God will save him if he’s pure of heart

Ha.

Bring me that man.

Let me look at him

Do you deny the charges against you?

Tell the truth.

Take him away

Next

Oh yes.

What about you woman?

Are we tired of her yet?

Come on in, the fire’s fine

What about you?

And you?

AND YOU?

Try to understand the torch is in your hand

Try to understand the torch is in your hand

Try to understand the torch is in your hand

Try to understand the torch is in your hand