Snakes in the Garden - Burn it Down

Rise up

I may have set my sights

To climb up

Through thorns to Mount Sinai

Raised cup

Beneath a pouring sky

Face up

Release, re-need, design

I’ll never be content, content to have failed

When they lower my corpse to the ground

In this world, in the next

I’ll never be content, content to have failed

When they lower my corpse to the ground

In this world, in the next

With bent knees

Bent knees and open fists

We beg for deliverance

With bent knees

Bent knees and open fists

We beg for deliverance

I’m not so sure I can turn the other cheek

With all the snakes in the garden

The Kafir cower in unbelief

So I guess I’ll be praying to the East

Rise up

I may have set my sights

To climb up

Through thorns to Mount Sinai

Raised cup

Beneath a pouring sky

Face up

Release, re-need, design

Whether I live my life on my knees

All I know is that it’s killing me

When I die, will I live again?

One thing I know

We’ll always be the last ones to go

We’ll always be the last ones to know