I don’t want to save your world and I don’t give a
That’s right I don’t give a
‘Cos I won’t help you no I can’t help you
You can’t help those, who refuse to help themselves
And I’m walking through your dreams
With flaming hands
‘Cos I’m a skinwalker, I carry the inner fire
Skinwalker
I bless the torture in your heart and I feel your pain
Do you think I can’t feel your pain?
And I can’t help you no I won’t help you
All this pain that hurts so much can only lead us to understand
And I’m walking through your dreams
With flaming hands
‘Cos I’m a skinwalker I carry the inner fire
Skinwalker
I bless the faces that are looking down at looking down at me
The raindrops run around these eyes and through these hands of fire
I’m still waiting for the day to come around when we can
Walk with understanding of this burning
That is burning in our hearts
The medicine is always strong within this circle of the light
Open your heart and let the skinwalker
Slip down through your blood and bone
Across the open plains that stretch for miles
You start to feel it
Beneath the starlit heavens a thousand fires
Reflected in these eyes
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
