The Temptation Of Saint Anthony - LARES (One of the best bands to come out of Boise)

Nothing is pure, there is no crystal clear.

You can reach, but you won’t touch the sky.

Nothing is pure. 

Hands…Heathens…Build…Reason.

And all these hands of all these heathens won’t clasp to pray 

For the warmth of salvation that couldn’t be further away.

The things we build for you (for you)

Like a child, reaching for a mother

Your arms like temples stretching for father

Brothers…sisters…heathens…use your hands

And build, be a promise.