When God Comes Back (Live)

Cut me up, primitive

I'll die like a slave

Riding on the wings of that Jesus snake

Ten thousand souls in your right hand

Never lost ground to no cold blooded man

Ten thousand souls in your right hand

Juggernaut child in a fragile land

Everything I see is just a part of it

Every word I breathe is just a part of it

I saw her drink from that cup of light

That's how I know she still exists

Cut me up, primitive

I'll die like a slave

I'll ride on the wings of that Jesus stake