In the belly of the beast, with a vulture's weight, I will sing hallelujah, till they all fly away.And in the grey of the morning, I'll keep walking straight, through the hole in the wall where the angels hide.All the medicine I could take till I die, resurrect me, I wanna be more than half alive.In the belly of the beast, I'll try.Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.In the heart of the dark, in the shadow days, I have called out to Michael in a casual way.Said I was looking for manna in everything that I hate, like the hole through my head where the angels fell.From the medicine I took to be someone else, Holy Spirit, I need to feel it more than I've ever felt.From the heart of the dark, I fled.In the belly of the beast, when I'm small and afraid,I will sing hallelujah, and burst into flames, and awaken what's worthy, and race would abstain.Like the holes in my life where the angels fly.From the broken and ugly ways that I've died, resurrect me, I wanna be more than half alive.From the belly of the beast, in the heart of the dark, I'll stand on my feet and try.Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.*