Itching Ears - The Burial

The love of self leads to a weakened structure

All the words set forth upon this page

Profit the soul much greater than all earthly gain

It’s so much more than just catechization

The vexation of my own predilections

The sacred texts have been and always will be

That we may be equipped for every work

On and on we cycle words in contest

Striving to dredge the truth from our iniquity

All the worth of my insipid pandering

Falls prostrate before the throne of majesty

It’s so much more than just catechization

The vexation of my own predilections

The sacred texts have been and always will be

That we may be equipped for every work

The search goes on and on, to fill their itching ears

They’ve walked away from wisdom, and clung themselves to myth

Of all the ways we’ve faltered, the greatest may be this

To wander far from teaching to please my rotten flesh

Is folly lower reaching than climbing into the pit

Treacherous, reckless, ungrateful and heartless

Wearing His name and still denying His power

Treacherous, reckless, ungrateful and heartless

Grasping at knowledge and still lacking the truth