Ghostlimb - Ardor lyrics

It is a question of physiology And the combination of man's most valuable trait A judicious sense of what not to believe But I read real hard with no answer to find And all satire aside it nagged at me If an unexamined life is not worth living Then i've forged my weight in gold with grief How else could one explain the dissipation of a mortal coil unleashed Than the breath of sweat that finite warmth That i've seen at work from the head to the feet But I couldn't give a f** what they want me to believe And when we're brought to the brink And we let go of that need It is nothing but heat