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 no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky      In shock-corridors    People are standing   With their eyes in their hands      But they don't understand   Don't get that your confessional    Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs      Baiting 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