Son of the Left Hand

Oh my God what have I done?
Pulled the sky down on the sun
Beauty that I held fell stuttering
Full of fear and trembling
Son of the left hand I've become
In dying light my shadow calls
I watch his fingers stalk the walls
And now in hollow down I stumble on
The rubble of my babylon
Son of the left hand I've become
My body rebels
Angel or devil I never could tell
Maybe I'm meant for the clutches of hell
Here I stand
Son of the left hand
Storm reveals the animal
Companion into cannibal
Wailing in the woods
From the hanging tree
Where underneath they buried me
Son of the left hand I've become
My body rebels
Angel or devil I never could tell
Maybe I'm meant for the clutches of hell
Here I stand
My body rebels
Angel or devil I never could tell
Maybe I'm meant for the clutches of hell
Here I stand
Son of the left hand



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wilson, Peter David Robert Wilson, Philip Wilkinson
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