Stick My Hands

The molecules are bouncing off my face, abound for all directions

And when you take me to that empty place, I can see you lack direction

Saint Peter meter reader, make my life a mission

You've got your list and you're checking it twice, denying my admission

Gonna form a religion

Make up our own minds

Destroy tradition and lies

Now the bullets penetrate my flesh and are propelled by your conviction

But your crusading days are done, I'll make my own decision

Gonna form a religion

Make up our own minds

Destroy tradition and lies

If I can stick my hands into this land with no demands

Oh, if I can stick my hands into this land with no demands

The molecules are bouncing off my face, abound for all directions

And when I step into my power trip, please hold me, cause I'm frightened

Gonna form a religion

Make up our own minds

Destroy tradition and lies

If I can stick my hands into this land with no demands

Oh, if I can stick my hands into this land with no demands

I'm spreading out, I'm spreading down

And the ground, it consumes me

I'm spreading out, I'm spreading down

And the ground, it breaks me down, it takes me down

And it consumes me