We can’t medicate man to perfection again
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start
In a time when even many churches and theologians deny the existence of original sin; comes this powerful statement on the human condition and a stinging critique on all the ways society has tried to remedy it.
Thrice - All The World Is Mad
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.