I see Muhammad at the end of his life,
The devil bird escaping his mouth
He had sung the sweetest songs to me
I see Vietnam collecting our blood,
and John's reflection in the black wall
He was sad, but he was finally free And I see four horsemen, four prophets
Four arms of a cross leaning upon you
You were spending all your Sundays counting
And I see twenty demons for every man
Who falls asleep next to his fortune
He is stone and you are stone and I am stone And I'm wrestling the blue-skinned bull
His pulling veins are full
Rivers of disbelief
And I'm talking to the ten foot man
with the axe in his hand
For some reason he knows me I see Babylon pa**ed out on the floor
Don't know whether I should wake him
His alarm is ringing out my ear drums
I see six directions all at one time
And seven sleepers now surround me
A hundred years of never knowing what it's like My memory's a no good cheat
His fertile crescent greed is starting to sting my tongue
Now I'm looking for a sun burnt God
With a straight-eye shot
Yeah he owes me some favors Well I see corporations buying our souls,
Putting heaven out of business
Anything to k** the competition
And I see eleven year old's waving their guns,
Fighting wars their fathers started
Just trying to make an honest living
And I've seen twenty years inside of this trench,
Pa**ing time and dodging bullets
Well it's fine if you can take the violence
But I'll see d**h before I see any rest,
Maybe that's the way it should be
So I think it's best to just cover my eyes