When the everywhere-eye asks you

“Who is the emperor of the sky?”

Take the Archangel's Thunderbird



Go to Edgar Allen

In the tower of sleep

He'll tell you a story

Which makes you to creep

The echo of your cries is falling so deep



Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod

There lives a lion, they call him God

There is your elevator to Eden

But a hole in the sky



In shock-corridors standing

People with their eyes in their hands

But they don't understand

Don't get with your confessional

Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs



Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax

Why is the audience not taking the resurrection ax

Thousands of windows burst open

And the alarm bells are broken