The rows of wire have crept even closer.
The paper scattered on the floor of the station.
The truck with the lost and the found all delivered.
As a fuel for the sun catches the nation.
The hand that stretches with a bleeding disease,
is thrown into the churning sea.
A hill with a fortress is slowly scattered and
people with the hands are removed from the scene.
I look at my hands to discover I'm clean and the one next to me starts to scream...
"Please, I'm young won't you take me? I've got to go down to my family. I've been here too long and the sun is beaming. I need some water in this churning sea.
Dear God, the monsters! You horrible fiend! Look at his hand and you say he is clean! I've not lived a day since I've dropped from the womb, and you've got nothing to say for me!"
Well the earth under pressure cracked.
And the sun heated earth to black.
All the boats on the shores now had barely a man.
And the waters were filled with millions of hands.