Michael's White Hands

we came up from the sea

then we lay in the sand

but continue to breathe

watching michaels white hands

now the wind brings a thirst

and some seeds from the past

and they come in a swarm

to deliver their harm

to the people that hide

in their rooms in the walls

in a country nowhere

where their children eat gold

where our dreams are laid bare

where no future is laid past

where we wonder this land

watching michaels white hands

make his body like christ

come to me in this bed

yet the animals cry

michaels face is gone dead

but he never was born

so he never could die

feed his thirst without drugs

michaels hands will touch us

yes i believe in nothing clear

but i believe in michaels beard

kingdom shines upon his face

here she comes to us i kneel

cut the heart out from our holes

his hands of love are heavy coals

michael comes with hands of mead

michael comes with lightning teeth

michael brings the truth denied

michael kills the child inside

break the trees up for our fuels

break the streets upon the ruins

bring destruction and bring the end

feed the gas into my lungs

yes i believe in michaels hands

i believe in michaels hands