What are you
What are you doing here
Your Vatican the desert
Your bible a question
I'm not in touch with the Earth and I don't know god's name
I don't even know my own damn name
But a name is power
A word is power
They still come here seeking a man not knowing he's dead
Prayers for shelter, prayers for food
Once bearing messages, now bearing nothing instead
They still come here seeking a man not knowing he's dead
A milagro slips through my fingers
The beat of a tin heart
You're falling apart
