oh, all my branches bend   where, are the hungry hands?      this is a call   I'm outside your door   give me the bride   I have paid my dues   I can wait no more   yeah      oh, all my branches bend   where, are the hungry hands?   oh, what do I do when my gifts   all, become to heavy to lift      this is a call   we're outside your door   give us the prize   we can wait no more   and the atlas in us   has worked so hard to say   that we do what we do   and believe it is true   yeah, it's true      I said, this is a war