Michael's White Hands - Angels of Light

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 the 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 has gone dead

But he never was born

So he never could die

Feed his thirst with our drugs

Michael’s hands will touch us

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 the host

These hands of love are hands that choke

Michael comes with hands of meat

Michael comes with biting 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 michael’s hands

I believe in michael’s hands