There’s a strong wind blowing south as the hand of god erupts through the water
we have nothing
nothing
no
yes we have everything to fear
the weak are strong
and the rich do take flight
through thick and thin
far and wide
the sun comes over the towering
terrifying
mountains

(your face doth make my Retina spin)

try a little
harderplease
there’s a chill and the will to be someone
erupting through the water like god’s Fist
(Wake Up)
come to me, and come to see
and I'll come to be
beautiful and pure