The Man Behind The Hands - The Color Morale

…And the sky awaits us all

Now I know today will be the day

Where my throat goes first

But tonight there will be no slowing of my heart

Or calming my pulse

I want you to feel

I want you to feel your pulse in my words

And make your actions speak louder

We’re as children numbered in millions

Made for a kingdom

But all designed to fail

We were designed to fail

We were all designed to fail

We were designed to fail

We were all designed to fail

This is the reason he created seasons

So we can all learn when our leaves fall in June

In June, this is the reason he created seasons

So shoot the arrow, but don’t miss the apple

I need my eyes

I need my eyes as much as my throat

As much as my voice

God, send us down and angel

So she can purge the church

Send her to the earth

As living proof of worth worship

Not your priests

Nor your whores

Not anything more than

More than what you leak out of all your pores

You have already been marked for death

You have already been marked for death

You made the mark yourself

So I ask you all: if tomorrow never came

Would you think or would you act the same?

So I will ask you: if tomorrow never came

Would you think or act the same?

Please help the man

Please help the men behind their masks

Behind their hands