The Circle - Deliverance

How much does it take for a man to feel rich?

Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss?

The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold

He doesn’t know what is bid upon has already been sold

Lifts his eyes to the skies once again

The question of life and what has God done for him

Blames everyone else for his thoughtless life

And he talks to the dead for consent in what is right

Choosing to ignore the plan divine

And finds himself the dying fruit on the vine

And he centers in… on himself

You’re kicking the pricks

Wasting all your time

You’re kicking the pricks

It’s all out of line

Misery has worn strength he once knew

At play in the fields of the Lord is what he thought he’s do

Living in the night not wanting so the light of day

Only fooling yourself ignoring the only way

How much does it take for a man to feel rich?

Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss?

The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold

He doesn’t know what is bid upon has already been sold