Born in a wreck Or should I say A terracotta sunroom Eyes wet with lime He cocked the blinds And spoke of an heirloom Loss of balance Lots of faith Show yourself Terra Incognita He chewed on light Salvations might A wingless seraph Spoke not of alms He lined his palms Loss of balance Lots of faith Show yourself Terra Incognita Loss of balance Lots of faith Born without hands Born without grace Show me your hands They are not bleeding Put out your hands Put out your hands Put out your hands And cross yourself Put out your hands And cross yourself (Commune) Put out your hands And cross yourself Put out your hands