Archangels Thunderbird

When the everywhere-eye asks you, "Who is the emperor of the sky?"

Take the archangel's thunderbird

Go to Edgar Allan in the tower of sleep

He'd tell you a story which makes you to creep

The echo of your cries is fallin' so deep

Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod

There lives a lion, they call him God

There is no 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, they don't get with your confessional

Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs

Bating soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax

Why is the audience not taking the insurrection axe?

Thousands of windows burst open

And alarm bells are broken