Take these given graces Instep the damned Granted a voice of demonstration On coal the echoes dart a foreign land Our plight empowers the fold Reform I stand entrenched Dust forget Drowning I bare my hands Form Form In the hunger of a fool's eye In the hunger of a fool's eye Lift me In times I do not know I've drifted to the path Where I lay, watch flower's thrown Bound to the comfort Of the bed that they set A man of surrender Refuses to bow his head The crows of sorrow fail to see Distracted by the thorn of debris And for tomorrow if I wake from dreams Only to fall to their decree Form In the hunger of a fool's eye In the hunger of a fool's eye