If I were a bear, I'd be the greatest of all With a speech like God so dark and foreboding Standing up tall from the top of that hill I'd growl up your fears from down below They're restless spinning around Twisting hungry spitting tongues are restless In the form of the God that's speaking out Speaking out, speaking out Laying bricks, growing walls, clicking stone And the sound that's awful in our ears Forcing sprouts and speaking out Speaking out, speaking out Like a carpenter Like these weathermen Like my brother These hands they never sleep Like the foundation Like the frames that meet Like these builders These hands they never sleep If I were a God I'd be the greatest of all With a speech so soft that loud it would kill you Standing up tall from the top of that hill I'd shout out commands to down below They are restless tangled mess protests burned And ears that bleed in rivers through the pipes That heat your homes and families' plates Speaking out, speaking out Like a carpenter Like these weathermen Like my brother These hands they never sleep Like the foundation Like the frames that meet Like these builders These hands they never sleep
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