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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] michaels hands will touch us
yes i believe in nothing clear
but i believe in michaels beard
kingdom shines upon his face
here [bad word] to us i kneel
cut the heart out from our holes
his hands of love are heavy coals [bad word] with hands of mead [bad word] with lightning teeth
michael brings the [bad word] denied
michael kills the child inside
break the trees up for our fuels
break the streets upon [bad word] bring [bad word] and bring the end
feed the gas into my lungs
yes i believe in michaels hands
i believe in michaels hands