Invisible Leader

Rip the flesh with our gnashing teeth. Search the inside of
 the dying beast. From the book of Enoch, to the Bible 
codes, we spend the final days looking for that gold and 
when we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? Will it help to 
save us from the fires below? Throw the stones and smash 
the citadel. Search the ruins of the fort that fell, trying
 to hold on to what slips through our hands, like using a 
sieve to move the sands over, under, inside, and out.
A fanatic's zeal eases any burden of doubt, quest for the 
blood of Christ peerlessly on the blade of a knife. Try to 
ensure life without end living in fear of committing mortal
 sin. Hack down all the forest trees, search the horizon 
for what is now seen.
Take the pick and drive it into the soil, dig without hands
 until we find the oil. Marching forward, faith obscures 
what's wrong. For at the end of the day the lamb and the 
goat are still fused as one.