Oh, don't you see for yourself?
You're headed for Hell
Mute, blind and lame
Can you smell or even feel?
Can your soul read braille?
You smile through a veil
Don't you think I can tell?
Did you get what I said?
Your hearing is gone
Can't actually see
Caught up in a cruel scheme
All covered with chains
Will you escape?
In second Corinthians four*
I believe Paul will explain
How I wish - how I wish you could hear
But so few lost souls in the devil's control
Clear up their ears
He's blinded all of them - they don't know
They're headin' south - and they can't steer
Wish you could hear