Bind your hands Deep inside Pull them tight as they open wide Animals will come when the fire dies I believe what we see Can’t exist without history We are reached through insecurity Something’s going on Well saved you’re no dice
And fell in the other side Something’s going on What you could call true Dispels any other lie Count your blessings man God is in the white rice Leave your hands Out of sight Let your sex breed indifference
Violent words of encouragement Love the street Love these trees Feed each whisper entirely Leave the seed Leave love and live in peace Something’s going on Well sane you’re no dice And fell in the other side
Something’s going on What you could call true Dispels any other lie Count your blessings man God is in the white rice
