A hardened heart can take you like an ocean parted
A moment of clarity before death rushes in
What choice did I have when we spoke in Midian?
Give me the sword and I'd cut him short again
Forty years leaving forgotten graves
Fire by night, mist by day
What did you expect when you gave us snakes and spoke from a bush set ablaze
Were we all sacrifices on the altar of the desert
I'd begun to think I followed the snake from the garden to the desert
I was never much for words
And I was never much for this world
My body lays in some forgotten place hidden by the glare of your brilliant flame
Forever lingering in my grave
Caught between the words of Michael and the Devil