Abel, what you hold in your hands
It is a good gift, it is the first of your land
You have a brother, he has his own gift too
And it is murder on the land and on you
And no, you don't know why
The people do what they do
It is a fading light
Though it once felt so new
Did he call you brother?
Did it once ring true?
It is a violent order
You were placed into
And it isn't through
Cain, look! You've got his blood on your hands!
And it spilled out and kissed the dry land
That was thirsty, and begging for a drink
With an open mouth you didn't know could speak
And it's saying
Right on, the earth is spinning
And you thought that you were winning
But you crawl just like a serpent
And you fall just like the first did
And the last will
So would you listen to the voice from above?
Because it calls out: It's thirsty for the blood
But you broke down, you could not provide
You cursed the ground; your mark will take time
And you're saying
Hold on, let's be patient
Cause abel just couldn't make it
And am I my brother's keeper?
Or am I a new deceiver?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Where to go, where to go, where to go
No, you don't know why
The hands do what they do
Was it a split decision?
Or was it laid out for you?
Within your composition
Were you only true?
You were a violent man
Are you the first to choose?
Are you forgiven?
He put a mark on you
And he's saying
Come on, it's time to face it
You thought that you were wasted
But you fall just like your parents
And you walk in new awareness
With a mark on you to see you through
He put a mark on you
He will see you through
Oh, it isn't through!
