Devendra Banhart - In Golden Empress Hands lyrics

Oh how i wish that all black babies had more names And all rejoice is all i am In gold and empress hands In gold and empress hands And all of us without guns in us And our hair growing out of us When her belly bleeds its an open seed That strain into the sea That strain into the sea And suddenly, oh suddenly, A voice comes out of me A voice comes out of me But it dont belong to me But it dont belong to me But it dont belong to me