Give Me Your Hand (Baby In a Backpack) - Dan Bull, The Stupendium

Give me your hand in spirit

Give me your hand in flesh

Give me your hand in living life

Give me your hand in death

Give me your hand in grief

Give me your hand in grace

Give me your hand in relief

Give me your hand in faith

Baby in a backpack

The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag

The bag is higher up and on a chest strap

Norman Reedus got that baby

In what’s basically a backpack

This grey place is

Full of grey faces

Day changes to night

Tonight then they’ll change places

Strange cases

Of unexplained traces

Of our saving grace we remain gracious

It’s in our innate natures

So we may just make it

Through the acres of aches and pains for ages

And if it wasn’t for the aegis of fate

We’d be just pieces of meat on a plate

But we’re so much more

When we climb and then find what we look for

For the razor’s as fine as a tiger’s claw

While the rain in the sky just pours

Give me your hand in humility

Give me your hand in fear

Give me your hand in fragility

Give me your hand in tears

Give me your hand in candour

Give me your hand in pain

Give me your hand in the baking sun

And give me your hand in the rain

Baby in a backpack

The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag

The bag is higher up and on a chest strap

Norman Reedus got that baby

In what’s basically a backpack

This rain won’t wash away our sins

Whether committed before today or since

But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you

They are cleansed

Death usurped life’s throne, overthrown

Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince

Human nature’s a frail thing

Like a day-old infant pale-skinned

Building bridges, building bridges

Wielding kids, revealing rifts

In the peeling edges of the fabric

Of what’s real in the tilt-shift pictures

The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous

Filled with wickedness

Realness wilting with willful ignorance

Real talk, it will steal your innocence

Give me your hand in panic

Give me your hand in haste

I know you can handle yourself, but damn it

Just give me your hand in case

Give me your hand in hope

Give me your hand in despair

Give me your hand, I’ll hand you the rope

You can hang with me or hang there

Baby in a backpack

The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag

The bag is higher up and on a chest strap

Norman Reedus got that baby

In what’s basically a backpack

Death Stranding

Grabbing necks, strangling

Out of breath, panting

Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up

Headbanging like an egg scrambling

Dismantling the myth

Phantom in the midst

Ambience, this anthem is a hit

And so I suggest

That you better get dancing

To the best damn thing ever

This planet has left in its habitat

The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack

Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought

Everything that’s ever happened has warped

There’s a tap at the door

You better answer it, it’s an evangelist

Bearing a manuscript

And if he’s left hanging for a little too long

There’ll be death stranding, you’ll be gone

Give me your hand in dignity

Give me your hand in doubt

Give me a hand in giving me

Whatever gifts you’re handing out

Give me your hand in sorrow

Give me your hand and say

That you’ll give me your hand tomorrow

Once you give me your hand today

Baby in a backpack

The pack is on the front so it’s a bum bag

The bag is higher up and on a chest strap

Norman Reedus got that baby

In what’s basically a backpack