The Burial (band) - Itching Ears lyrics

What profit is it for a man, to gain the world and lose his soul? Hear me now, I speak the words of truth The love of self leads to a weakened structure All the words set forth upon this page Profit the soul much greater than all earthly gain It's so much more than just catechization The vexation of my own predilections The sacred texts have been and always will be That we may be equipped for every work On and on we cycle words in contest Striving to dredge the truth from our iniquity All the worth of my insipid pandering Falls prostrate before the throne of majesty It's so much more than just catechization The vexation of my own predilections The sacred texts have been and always will be That we may be equipped for every work The search goes on and on, to fill their itching ears They've walked away from wisdom, and clung themselves to myth Of all the ways we've faltered, the greatest may be this To wander far from teaching to please my rotten flesh Is folly lower reaching than climbing into the pit Treacherous,reckless, ungrateful and heartless Wearing His name and still denying His power Treacherous,reckless, ungrateful and heartless Grasping at knowledge and still lacking the truth