Love and hate they are not blind
But blinded by the fire they carry within
Appearing as a state of mind
Preserve in silence so bear it and grin
So spoke the son of the preacher
In apathy and delirium
In mutism and blindness
He's trapped inside a terrestrial cage
Made of his own flesh and bones
Once with the tallest words, now in such a vast agony
Once with the tallest words, now in such a vast agony
Contradictions will become verdicts once again over love
And hate over plague and blessing
Contradictions will become verdicts once again over love
And hate over plague and blessing
It is the thinking one who overthinks the emotion
Who clothe it in words and ravishes it's feeling
Shall it be the fool
Who actually feeling
Or is it just today's trend to concern one self with love
Yesteryear seems to be cold
But isn't warmth just a fiction of the modern era
Is it defining the authority over
Everybody else or the subservience to them
Love and hate they are not blind
But blinded by the fire they carry within
Appearing as a state of mind
Preserve in silence so bear it and grin
So spoke the son of the preacher
In apathy and delirium
In mutism and blindness
He's trapped inside a terrestrial cage
Made of his own flesh and bones
Once with the tallest words, now in such a vast agony
Once with the tallest words, now in such a vast agony
Contradictions will become verdicts once again over love
And hate over plague and blessing
Contradictions will become verdicts once again over love
And hate over plague and blessing
Over plague and blessing