I had a vision last night, my God was glowing There was another bridge on fire And the last wrecks were counted The sky opened and the blood flowed A distant cancerous season was upon me I had a hook in my back and a light to guide me My words were useless again
The leftovers were playing with my memories of love I screamed at my God and he let me go I drifted silently to the desert and began to pray I came to a pile of ashes and sifted through it looking for teeth A snake spoke through me again But I could not heal their wounds
I'm searching for the old spirit of war With my rough hands and a sharp knife I need something to cut into so that my God can see me again
To be right again To see my shadow alone To get back to the hook and let the light burn in my soul
All I've seen walking through the fire The figures in my dreams Run back on me in a psychic scar As I ride to the dawn
