Weapon Video (MV)

Droves of cold, sweet hands
Droves of cold, sweet hands
Long tongues rising from the sea
Filled with magic and crystal sands
Shimmering hypnotically
Is moving on to dry lands
And when he opens me
My silky thread around the world will push you apart
I might smear you around the floor
I can freeze your liquid heart
And my eyes and arms will skitter 'round like lightning on the sky
It's filling in the gaps
Like blinding pattern lights
The knowledge of the world will flow
My king will eat that fruit
That ancient Name will be replaced
My king will take that suit
The knowledge of the world will flow
My king will eat that fruit
That ancient Name will be replaced
My king will take that suit
The knowledge of the world will flow
My king will eat that fruit
That ancient Name will be replaced
My body and my visage lie in worlds that can't be seen
Your world is rich and red
I'll turn it rich and green
And my teeth are sinking down into the hands of all the blind
Their sympathetic skins
I'm burrowing inside
I'm burrowing inside
I'm burrowing inside
He is on a white horse
Wafting through the east
Bleeding across the west
The nations are sick with our presence
We part the air
I get there
I'm burrowing inside
I'm burrowing inside
I get there