The Man Behind The Hands

…And the sky awaits us all
Now I know today will be the day
Where my throat goes first
But tonight there will be no slowing of my heart
Or calming my pulse
I want you to feel
I want you to feel your pulse in my words
And make your actions speak louder
We’re as children numbered in millions
Made for a kingdom
But all designed to fail
We were designed to fail
We were all designed to fail
We were designed to fail
We were all designed to fail
This is the reason he created seasons
So we can all learn when our leaves fall in June
In June, this is the reason he created seasons
So shoot the arrow, but don’t miss the apple
I need my eyes
I need my eyes as much as my throat
As much as my voice
God, send us down and angel
So she can purge the church
Send her to the earth
As living proof of worth worship
Not your priests
Nor your whores
Not anything more than
More than what you leak out of all your pores
You have already been marked for death
You have already been marked for death
You made the mark yourself
So I ask you all: if tomorrow never came
Would you think or would you act the same?
So I will ask you: if tomorrow never came
Would you think or act the same?
Please help the man
Please help the men behind their masks
Behind their hands