[Lyric] Filth Remains (At Hrsz)

Lead me on my way
Betrayer of words
And If I am to stray

Show me the lies of the worlds

Unexamined is my modesty
And locust is my spirit
Buried deep in my sanity
With Only spring to allay it

My hands burn

I am god, but my hands burn
As the heavens above churn
I am free, but everywhere in chains
And it reeks, the filth... it remains

Burden of millennia
Of static nature of mankind
Plunges me to a dementia
Painted with pristine wine
I know that hedonistic acts
Are of no benevolence
But If I am not to cease
Who is to in the end?

My hands burn

I am god, but my hands burn
As thе heavens above churn
I am free, but еverywhere in chains
And it reeks, the filth... it remains