Lyrics:

God is not a contract
Or a guy
God is an unspecified tide
You cannot time its tables
It sets no glass or gables
God is
A lusty tire fire
Its bristles scrape and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage
Have mercy on the natural world

My voice is not
The liquid waves
The perfect rings 'round a heron's legs
My voice, a straight garroting wire
A stolen mile of fingerprints
Peeled up quiet from their dunes
Captured and respooled as ruin
To be used
At a different time

My voice is a fracture
Of a shin bone's lust
Pounding barefoot ground
It lifts you up and sets you just
Just at sorrow's waterline
I drape you on tomorrow's plate
Ferrous, metal marrow spilling
Not yours, but mine
I'm an agent
Of the natural world

Don't you tell me I didn't warn you
That that's some gravity you ought not to play with
Don't you tell me I didn't warn you
That that's some gravity you ought not to play with

Nothing quite so poison as a promise
Nothing quite so poison as a promise
Nothing quite so poison as a promise
Nothing quite so poison as a promise

And me?
I am not a mess
I'm a wilderness, yes
The undiscovered continent
For you to undress

But you'll not be my master
You're barely my guest
You don't have permission
To take any pictures
Be careful
Of the natural world

Nature can't amend its ways
It boils hell-on and then replays
Despite heartfelt springtimes of regret
The storm, she still cries for days

Have mercy on the natural world