I'm just a ship that's passing in the night in another way
There's a monster living in the deep the sailors say
And I think I think that I think I thought that I think too much
Ever catch yourself thinking thoughts that are out of touch?
And it's all brand new

Mirror painting on the wall
Rusty nail about to fall
It's primitive and very small
You banged the hole, now hear God call
In the upper rooms past the upper halls
On the mezzanine and the white horse stall
Your echelons and your excellence
The feasts you feed spare no expense
You turned away all those who seek
You prayed your prayer but don't let God speak
You sacrifice eight days a week
From humble beginnings to the bed of a sheik
Entombed in crystal entombed in ice
Spit wheels of fire, the deny it thrice
I see love just like two wheels encased in a globe of crystal, it feels
Like Heaven to hold, like Heaven to touch
Like Hell to burn but not Hell as such
Hell has it's turn, Hell knows as much
So lean upon your rotten crutch
Leaves death's key at the foot of my door
Under my wicker mat that says "follow the law"
And if you do and if you don't
Won't mean a thing even if you're lonesome
And destitute and a wretch
Enthroned upon a coincidence
A bad-luck scepter your recompense
A crown of doubt upon your heads
Who cares to judge? Who cares to shout?
Let he who presumes be he who's without
Slay Humbaba in the final bout
Cut off his head and then close his mouth
Traverse the universe and beyond
Sell maps for a dollar- get hanged for cons
Then they'll forget that you didn't belong
Now they're quoting me and even speaking my songs
As if they are the finest speech
So now I'm gone, to each his each
But I'll be back to judge you all
On the deck of my black ship I'll stand tall
With writing up and down my arms
And secret names written on my palms
I'll burn the house and I'll burn the barn
I come to kill, I come to harm

I'm just a ship that's passing in the night in another way
There's a monster living in the deep the sailors say
And I think I think that I think I thought that I think too much
Ever catch yourself thinking thoughts that are out of touch?
And it's all brand new

Shackle, shackle, burning bright
Be far from me this cursed night
Feet will fail as wings fail their flight
And every soul broken and contrite
Will sing in sorrow, march in line
One hundred miles past their broken shrine
Whose face is wet with turpentine
Existing is it's every crime
The executioner's blade is sharp
Zen pool ripples by the carp
The Judge's mind is also sharp
Cosmic scales played on the harp
By the boy born upside-down
See his smile made by his frown
Deep within a well the mothers pains begin
Like a warehouse weapon she can never win
Dull broke dome spilled cranium
They lied to you dear sapien
Homo-superior is fixed to die
Feel's the joke within it's eye
Walks a road past heavenly hosts
Working nine to five making heavenly notes
To spend on hearing heavenly jokes
And taking breaks for heavenly smokes
They churn out souls and edit out grief
Escorting souls right past the feast
In the upper rooms past the upper halls
On the balcony they eat the coming dawns
On the floor fake shards of glass
Lights change their form as their casing cracks
And canvas torn never lasts
Always wonders and never asks
Always scared and never acts
Always hopes and never backs
Always guess and never facts
Always more and never lacks
Always proud but never plaques
Always mansions never shacks
Always strikes never reacts
And a canvas torn shall never last
I know, I know

I'm just a ship that's passing in the night in another way
There's a monster living in the deep the sailors say
And I think I think that I think I thought that I think too much
Ever catch yourself thinking thoughts that are out of touch?
And it's all brand new
And it's all brand new