Pillars of the Sun

I bare the weight of a thousand congregated At the top of my head I'll build you up, I'll tear you down Turn you all into dust in the palm of my hand In the middle of after god We had known what we had done The lines in your hand, correlate to the stars in the night sky I bare the weight of a thousand congregated At the top of my head I'll build you up, I'll tear you down Turn you all into dust in the palm of my hand I fill you, I'll pour you out The finest things aren't precious at all We are the spoiled few who live to see The burning rage inside The pillar of the sun