Habitance - I.T.R.O.S.

I.T.R.O.S.


The root of the problem
lies not in the mind, but in the heart.
The contemplation of man's thoughts
portrays his soul.
Corrupted with blasphemous ideals
heavy laden with regret.
He crawls back to you my God
who welcomes with an open heart.
The lust that layers the inner core
blinds man from escape.
Temporary pain is nonexistent.
It burrows ever present.
He screams in terror for Christ to help him yet each time the offense repeats itself.
Fear of damnation to hellfire looms in his heart.
The saving grace of God the Father
is the only alleviation.
Strip the layers of corruption
no sin will survive.
In The Remains Of Structure
the bread of life will revive.