(At last, my hands are complete...)
Feel the Earth beneath my feet
Heavy paste so sickly sweet
But where were you along the burning meat?
Flakes of ash to smear the wheat
But I'm still standing here
I couldn't be more far away
Peel the chalky powder pull
Waiting ranks sweat through the wool
Remind me why my cup's not full
Smash the horns and take the pill
And though you feel me near
I couldn't be more far away
There is no wrong from right
There is no wrong from right
Turn of phrase, then off to jail
Walk for days, skin cloven shale
Indeed the right to tip the scale
Father Blaze extinguished in the hail
I couldn't be more far away
Oh, I'm still standing here
And though you feel me near
I couldn't be more far away
Yeah, I'm still standing here!