J. Tillman - Singing Ax lyrics

It's been a brutal existence for most
This far we were clawing in the dirt
We were dying in birth
We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
With madmen spitting bloody feathers
To appease the demons

Oh it's been a godless existence
For some this far
We were breaking bread
In a brotherhood of men
No, I can't recall a single
Memory of our universal past
And I've never felt a drop of blood
Fall from beneath my singing ax

Oh it's been a voiceless wilderness
For most of us this far
And there's no prophet on the mount
Whose words won't be drowned out
By our locust fingers clicking
Neverending in our lapse
We traded in divine inheritance to
Break our pagan masks
Are there none who walk among us
Who remember what we had?