Your mother's child
But night lays you down
Hair aflame, wild look in your eyes
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins
Crawls up your arm
Runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts like leaves
Amen

Eyes stare up
But something's in the way
In the Bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait to be saved
A dry tongue
Screams at the sky
But the wind just breathes words in
And a strange bird tries to fly
Amen, amen, amen

Now up here
No one looks down
Now up here
There's no one around

He left pieces of you fall
As though your flesh were hell
Such an injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell
Where are my angels?
Where's my golden one?
Where is my hope
Now that my heroes have gone?
Some are being beaten
Some are being born
And some can't tell
The difference anymore
Amen
Amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen