Traces Of Grace

In a world of flesh and money, carnal society
See the waves of brainwashed zombies
Marching to the rhythm of a master's beat
Living in a pressure cooker, constant anxiety
In the street there's paranoia
Why is everybody always looking at me?

We live in faithless torment, like a puppet on a string
Drowning on the waves of the devil's sea
There's more to life than riches
Feeding the lust of the beast
Chasing the image of a fading dream

I'm yearning for freedom, from chains of this bondage
I'm hoping, reaching, searching for traces of grace

We live in fragile bodies, struck with mortality
The sands of time are running
Lost to the realms of eternity
So, tell me this my brother, my sister if you please
What's your defining purpose at this point of reality'

We live in faithless torment, like a puppet on a string
Drowning on the waves of the devil's sea
There's more to life than riches
Feeding the lust of the beast
Chasing the image of a fading dream

I'm yearning for freedom, from chains of this bondage
I'm hoping, reaching, searching for traces of grace