A Block of Wood (Mehida)

The carpenter draws a line Makes an outline with a marker Shapes the wood in the form of a man That it may dwell in a shrine He is relying on ashes A deceived heart has lead him astray So that now he won't save himself Just won't say "This thing in my hand is a fraud" It's man's fuel for burning Will you ever be learning It's man's fuel for burning All Idols makers bow to nothing Their precious production profits no one And the witnesses to their own shame Neither see nor understand He is relying on ashes A deceived heart has lead him astray So that now he won't save himself Just won't say "this thing in my hand is a fraud" It's man's fuel for burning Will you ever be learning It's man's fuel for burning