Oh, it's not clear if you're here
To harm me or to help me
So I am sitting on a log and waiting
For the coming of the kingdom
Terrible, beautiful
And really unbelievable
You'll feel it in your sleep
And you'll wake up and panic
Our raptures declining
And it's multiplying
Faces on the surface of the sky
So she's coming down
And out of it
Red light and a blue light and a green light
To mark her passage to the woods
She will light us
But does it with
A broken metal skeleton
Desert below the sand
Like Ozymandias
Our raptures declining
And it's multiplying
Faces on the surface of the sky
To harm me or to help me
So I am sitting on a log and waiting
For the coming of the kingdom
Terrible, beautiful
And really unbelievable
You'll feel it in your sleep
And you'll wake up and panic
Our raptures declining
And it's multiplying
Faces on the surface of the sky
So she's coming down
And out of it
Red light and a blue light and a green light
To mark her passage to the woods
She will light us
But does it with
A broken metal skeleton
Desert below the sand
Like Ozymandias
Our raptures declining
And it's multiplying
Faces on the surface of the sky