archangel thunderbird

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 too 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 standing

with their eyes in their hands

but they don't understand

why their confessional

folding chairs

go into the narcotic

flight of stairs

baiting soldiers are sleeping

in the melting house of wax

why is the audience not taking

the insurrection axe?

thousands of windows burst open

and the alarm bells are broken