Water strikes me into the ground
Like a thousand sledges
And a million hammers
Like how it's sung
So oxygen explodes
And the most beautiful of the beautiful
Extends it's hands
Do I smell ash in the air
Tears on the face
Soles on pins
At the sacrificing place
Do I smell blood in the wind
On a white stomach
On a cold statue
On the surface of a lake
The moon rotates in its orbit
Around you
And you pull a sled
Which one of us is laughing
that last laugh?
When either one of us
can teach the trick
Do I smell ash in the air
Tears on the face
Soles on pins
At the sacrificing place
Do I smell blood in the wind
On a white stomach
On a cold statue
On the surface of a bowl
Water strikes me into the ground
Like a thousand sledges
And a million hammers
Do I smell ash in the air
Tears on the face
Soles on pins
At the sacrificing place
Do I smell blood in the wind
On a white stomach
On a cold statue
On the surface of a bowl
On the surface of a bowl, on the surface of a bowl, on the surface of a bowl,
On the surface.. under the surface.. on the surface.. under the surface..