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 oh 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 That you were placed into Oh it isn't through
Cain, look! You've got his blood on your hands And it spilled out, and kissed a 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 And 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?
And are you forgiven? He put a mark on you And He's saying: \"Come on, it's time to face it\" And you thought that you were wasted And 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 is not through