I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES

Glorious Father, intercede for me

If I cannot hide from you

Neither can he

Always your voice bites the back of a cold wind

And the tall grasses bend for you

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

Take hold of my gentle axe and split him open

Gather up my quiet hammer and nail him down

Use any of your heavenly means, your golden scythe

Your holy sword, your fiery arrow studded with stars

I don't give a fuck, just kill him, you have to, I'm not asking

I have made my body your vessel, I preach your word

In every room, I have walked the earth weeping

I whip my back with my many sorrows are my sacrifices

Not extravagant? All I have is yours and I swear

I can't do it again, I swear to you, Lord

He has to die there is no other way

There is no other way

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

I have never loved him more than I do now, but I can't do it again

I have to be the only one

I'm not asking, you understand he belongs to me

You understand it is my voice that bites the back of a cold wind

It is my voice that bites the back of a cold wind

And I, it is I who bends the tall grasses

It is I

I am the one, I am the only one, I have to be

I don't care that he can't help it, I can't do it again

I can't do it again, he belongs to me

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

Glorious Father, intercede for me

If I cannot hide from you

Neither can he