Thunderbolt (Death Grips Remix)

Stirring at water's edge
Cold froth on my twig
My mind in whirls
Wanders around desire.

My mind in whirls
wanders around desire.

May I? Can I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
May I? Can I? Or have I too often craved miracles? Craving miracles?

No one imagines
the light shock I need
and I'll never know
from whose hands deeply humbled
dangerous gifts
as such to mine come.

May I? Should I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
May I? Can I? Or have I too often now, craved miracles? Craving miracles?

My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union
universal intimacy
all embracing.

May I? Should I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
Should I? Could I Or have I too often craving miracles?

Craved.

Waves irregularly striking
wind stern in my face
thunderstorm come
scrape those barnacles
off me.

Should I? May I? Or have I too often now craved miracles?
May I? Or should I? Or have I too often...

All my body parts are one
as lightning hits my spine
sparkling
prime runs through me
revive my wish
inviolable.

Can I? Or Should I? Or have I too often now, craved miracles?
Can I? Or Should I? Or have I too often now, craving miracles?
Craving miracles.