God's Heavy Hand

My yellow car, my friends and theirs
Lined in front of the fence.
We're going for a ride.

God's heavy hand
Falling, grasping;
I know this place.

My yellow car, my friends in theirs
Lined in front of the fence,
Waiting for a ride.

Surface for air
breathe, relax;
Gods heavy hand, pulling.

My friends
Lined in front of the fence,
Watching me.

Thrashing, screaming, sinking,
God's heavy hand
drags me down.

Where's my car?
Where's my friends?
Where's my fence?

I know this place.
God's heavy hand
Ragdolls me.

I'm not going
Not down there
Where's my car?

God's heavy hand
Shaking me,
Squeezing me.

Eat this;
They're on their way.
Hang on!

God's heavy hand
lifting me up.
Not yet, not this time!

I'm shaky and cold.
My bed is wet.
Hello Roger.