Hooks of Hunger

He that hath eyes to see, let him see
 And he that hath ears to hear, let him hear
 The gospel of the great bleeding ahead
 The rage of the unborn and
 The wrath of the dead
 For have we not sold their bonds
 For shreds of false fulfillment?
 Yes, we have sold their bonds for pleasure!
 And we have sold their blood for hollow sounds of laud
 Ancient holy essence for puffs of weightless gold
 Yes wеightless is the coin of Satan
 Weightlеss is its dead warmth
 Would you know the Devil if Hell was a place of comfort?
 Would you know damnation if Hell was a state of satisfaction?
 In flames of risk-free battle, would you know the Devil
 If Hell was a bed of unearned rest?
 Would you know who to blame if Hell was
 A ball of flesh kept in place with hooks of hunger?
 He that hath eyes to see, let him see
 And he that hath blood to bleed, let him bleed
 For have we not sold our veins for barren chants of praise?
 All that you hold must be paid for again
 And again our scars must be counted
 And again our truths must stand up and gird for war
 All smiles must be measured and weighed on scales of woe
 Would you know the Devil if Hell was a vault of latent deeds?
 Would you know who to praise if Hell was
 A wreath of lust torn from grace with hooks of hunger?