Hamartia

For as they walk through life's valley with a standard of death

Death will follow

Just as the cause will in time make their misery known

The guilt and sorrow

They create the need

They give you vinegar and bile

They bring the alms

They give you words and a smile

They revel in filth

That they stole with their cynical guile

At the roots of your ideal, there is a lesion

An insult to the sanctitude of life

Could not the fall be a part of our completion?

If not, it's at the heart of our strife

They create the need

They give you vinegar and bile

They bring the alms

They give you words and a smile

They revel in filth

That they stole with their cynical guile

They precede the fall

They place you back in the womb

They miss the mark

They are the authors of doom

They are bound to fail

As their world comes crashing down

We transgress

We are brought into life through iniquity

We're all sinners

And thus death has reached ubiquity

By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration?

No, they miss the mark

They miss the mark

For those who walk through death's valley with a standard of life

Life will follow

And though the stains of our being may bring out the worst

It won't be hollow

They create the need

They give you vinegar and bile

They bring the alms

They give you words and a smile

They revel in filth

That they stole with their cynical guile

They precede the fall

They place you back in the womb

They miss the mark

They are the authors of doom

They are bound to fail

As their world comes crashing down

We transgress

We are brought into life through iniquity

We're all sinners

And thus death has reached ubiquity

By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration?

No, they miss the mark

They miss the mark

They miss the mark

They miss the mark