Michael's White Hands

We came up from the sea, then, we lay in the sand
 But continued to breathe, watching Michael's 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 with no walls
 In a country nowhere, where their children eat gold
 Where our dreams are laid bare, where no future is past
 Where we wander this land, watching Michael's white hands
 May his body like Christ come to me in this bed
 Hear the animals cry, "Michael's face is gone dead
 But he never was born, so he never could die
 Feed his thirst with our drugs, Michael's hands will touch us"
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 Yes, I believe in nothing clear
 But I believe that Michael's here
 Freedom shines upon his face
 Beauty comes to us that kneel
 Cut the heart out from our host
 These hands of love are hands that choke
 Michael, come with hands of need
 Michael, come with biting teeth
 Michael, bring the truth denied
 Michael, kill the child inside
 Bring the taste of poison fumes
 Bring the screams up from the ruins
 Bring destruction and bring the end
 Feed the gas into my lungs
 Yes, I believe in Michael's hands
 I believe in Michael's hands
 I believe in Michael's hands
 I believe in Michael's hands