Hands of Reason

I speak of people whose game is disguise The myth of flavor appears with no sign 'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait but wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back As I now fall, fall into deprivation Fall, fallen there's still tomorrow Love hides the things you'll never know A lack of reason that makes a mortal man Untold the treason, the past where it began 'Cause I see horror, horror to think about Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason Blood, bloody the hands that lead me Love for the ones you cannot know --- Hands of Reason - Paradise Lost