The Flesh Is Weak
Thought Industry Lyrics

On a frozen meadow lake, a breath's exhaled. A Dove. It's head within it's wing. A runny-nosed child
Amidst a serene setting of winter surroundings and a dove, the innocence of a child is observed.

Laughs without worry. Post office critics spread gossips Creed. Grandma still wishes she could run. Newspaper
The child laughs uninhibitedly, while people around her indulge in baseless gossip. The Grandmother reminisces the days gone by, where she'd run unfettered.

Topics 'Fear Far Away'. Grandma talks so young, when Life was grand.
The newspaper articles talk about fear and violence but the Grandmother chooses to discuss the fond memories of yesteryear and how carefree they were.

I will stand on the window ledge. Dandelions in my Hair. Hands raised towards the sky. Dying after all, was a Parents lie.
The artist contemplates standing on a window ledge with dandelions in their hair. They believe that parental reassurances that everything will be alright in the end only amounts to deceit as death is a certainty.

They feed us war, they feed us poverty. Melt to dust My plastic leaders. Politicians, spinning life's roulette Wheel. Making money worth more than life. Macho- Hero, you better back away. No emotion, yet dreaming Love. Maybe I just hate people as a whole. Once again The God of Life.
Various societal evils like war, poverty and corruption have enslaved people to a point where they are merely puppets in the game of life. As people's emotions have been suppressed for so long, love appears to them as a dream. And yet, there is a constant desire for the will to live.

A cloud covers my face. I'll take the time to think. The flesh is weak. My hands are clenched until my nails Draw the blood of thought. The flesh is weak.
The singer feels a cloud over their face and must reflect. They believe that bodily desires are a hindrance to the growth of the mind and ideas. They are even willing to accept physical pain to draw out deep thoughts.

Rise for war. Children grab guns. Rise to die for a Better America. Seers of the 90s still scream the same Questions. Is there a God? Does the Universe end? What Is Easter Island? Who built Stonehenge? What is the Truth behind evolution.
The younger generation is indoctrinated into believing that patriotism is synonymous with sacrificing one's life for a greater cause. The singer is frustrated that such sacrificial ideologies still exist despite society progressing for years. In turn, they question the mysteries of life that have yet to be answered.

Rise for work. Day of responsibility. Rise for dollars To buy peace. Lost again I am upon rny window ledge. My dandelions have turned to a halo of thorns. Now I Comprehend why Jesus wept. The human race has been Diseased with indifference.
On a mundane day of earning money, the artist realizes they have lost sight of their values and ideals. The once cheerful dandelions have turned into thorns. Now, they understand the complete despair that Jesus felt over humanity's apathy towards each other.

Pain twists upon my face. I'll take the time to think. The flesh is weak. My face shuts till my eyes pour the Blood of thought. The flesh is weak.
The artist forces themselves to think when they experience intense pain, believing that physical being distracts from a deeper understanding. They go as far as to say that rational thinking feels like their eyes are pouring blood.

Of my love you will see that my love is of another Kind. Drenched in blood, sugar coated. My love Destroys. Of my mind you will feel that my hate is of a Better kind. Be it you must, be it you will; the thorns are Yours.
The artist warns that their love should not be trusted as it comes at a great cost, is drenched in blood, and ultimately destroys. Conversely, their hatred is based in critical reasoning and far more substantial. Additionally, the negative consequences of their anger will inevitably fall onto those around them.

Filled with despair. On the eleventh floor. With a Gentle touch, I'm thrown towards the ground. Life's Glorious end.
In a state of hopelessness, the singer finds themselves on the brink of suicide. With little resistance, they imagine their body falling towards their death, and consider this an end to the glory of life.

This country has lost it's sense of priorities, and I'll Not support our troops; or any other cheesy Nazi-like Ad-propaganda bumpersticker dupe. I think Bush Wasted enough money on parades. A celebrations that's Lasted longer than the war. And no goddamn flag gets in The back window of my car, it's non-running color Problems are quite black and white to me. I don't betray My country, I survive my government.
The artist feels that their country has lost its direction, and therefore refuses to show support for war or politicians. They are critical of the U.S. government for waste, propaganda, and misplaced priorities, but they are still loyal to their country. They won't even place a flag on their car and see their own problems with a pessimistic viewpoint.