View From Above

Look at me, clutching, so red-eyed and raging

Already losing the war that I'm waging

I could've hidden you up in the caves

Torn you to pieces or used you as slaves

But here you are lazily laying in bed

Drinking my sunlight like wine!

I can crash my thunder right under your heels

I can rumble and tumble the strength from the steel

I can level your structures and sculptures to fields

But you'd pick up the flowers

and continue to steal!

You're just a robber with dirt in his eyes

I'll tear off the mouth of the face you disguise

I could have swollen your hands and your ears

I could have traded your comforts for fears

But here you are, warm, with my given skin

Here you are, basking and dripping with sin!