Lyrics
oh, all my branches bend
where, are the hungry hands?
this is a call
I'm outside your door
give me the bride
I have paid my dues
I can wait no more
yeah
oh, all my branches bend
where, are the hungry hands?
oh, what do I do when my gifts
all, become to heavy to lift
this is a call
we're outside your door
give us the prize
we can wait no more
and the atlas in us
has worked so hard to say
that we do what we do
and believe it is true
yeah, it's true
I said, this is a war