Oh, Elijah, going up
Says: Be my whirlwind, girl
Then spin me
Turn your eyes up
Beating his knees
To lash a tourniquet to the Sun
These things you won't believe
In his killing times
In his killing time
His killing time
Killing times
Do not you have the whole world?
Does not the whole world open up? (Oh)
Do not you have the whole world?
Is not the whole world enough?
And he lies over me
Open the sky
Empty the seas and spinning
You turn your eyes up
Stringing his teeth
To weave a tapestry from our blood
A document of his greed
In these, his killing times
His killing time
His killing times
His killing time
Do not you have the whole world?
Did not the whole world open up? (Oh)
Do not you have my whole world?
Is not the whole world enough?
These killing times
These killing
These killing times
These time
Do not you have the whole world?
Does not the whole world open up? (Oh)
Do not you have the whole world?
Is not the whole world enough?
Enough
Enough
Mm, enough