Brothers, we come
from the four winds
We are high and pure
Brothers, the mission is not spoken of
We shake no hands, look into eyes
When you toss your clothes away
and expose your holes
When you shout into that ear
"take this flesh into your mouth"
When you toss your clothes away
and expose your holes
When you shout into that ear
"take this flesh into your mouth"
Brothers let freedom rise like mountains from the sea
Brothers let mercy take the place of justice
Brothers take your moisture on their hands
Brothers love the glowing gash of your flesh
Brothers, we come
from the four winds
We are high and pure
Brothers, the mission is not spoken of
We shake no hands, look into eyes.
Brothers, we come
from the four winds
We are high and pure
Brothers, the mission is not spoken of
We shake no hands, look into eyes.
When you come to the riverside
one can't speak of purity,
you piss in the stream
and blaspheme God
When you come to the riverside
one can't speak of purity,
you piss in the stream
and blaspheme God
Brothers let freedom rise like mountains from the sea
Brothers let mercy take the place of justice
Brothers take your moisture on their hands
Brothers love the glowing gash of your flesh
When you lay on a filthy sheet
Dribbling with wondrous liquids
Praying for the one you didn't have
And again you lay your hand in your midst
touching your red flesh
WE ARE THERE
WE ARE THERE
WE ARE THERE
WE ARE THERE