Running from memory

Hide behind our thinking

And hope to God that Hell will set us free



A woman gave tooth for a child

While Hercules bandaged his hands

The flesh was torn and bleeding

At his feet lay the mother in the sand



Let's Feed the orphans

Cut with a razor blade

All of the ties we made

But if we can't save the orphans

Let the wingtips of the angels brush their eyes



I'll tear the river up by the roots of good and evil

I'll talk water with a dry man until he's drunk

I'll separate observation from preconception

In a world where preconception takes the stage

But I guess that's just a symptom of our age



Let's Feed the orphans

Cut with a razor blade

All of the ties we made

But if we can't save the orphans

Let the wingtips of the angels brush their eyes