Archangels 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 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
 Are standing people
 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