I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my
food. All things good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be
done with all this measuring of
truth, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering
at my hind.
I hear stories from the
chamber, How Christ was born into a
manger And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross, And might I
say it seems so fitting in its
way He was a carpenter by
trade, Or at least that's what I'm
told.
Like my good hand
I tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's
brother's fist
That filthy five! They did
nothing to resist.
In heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of His testament is
stowed, A throne from which I'm told all
history does unfold, Down here it's
made of wood and wire, And my
body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is
wired, And like a moth that tries to
enter the bright eye, so I go
shuffling out life, Just to
hide in death a while
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be
done with all this measuring of
truth, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping to be
done with all this weighing up of
truth, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping to be
done with all these looks of disbeleif
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth, And anyway I there was no
proof, Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping to be
done with all this twisting of
truth, An eye for an eye and a truth for a
truth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling all the
fun with all this truth and consequence
An eye for an eye and a truth for a
truth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be
done with all this measurement of
proof, A lie for a lie and a truth for a
truth, And anyway there was no
proof, And I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be
done with all this measurment of
proof, An eye for an eye and a truth for a
truth, And anyway I told the
truth, And I'm afraid I told a lie.