When the drinker of giants is less than his thirst
He'll swallow the blessed along with the cursed
The first will be last
But the last will be worst
And God says "Vengeance is mine"
In secret, or refuge, the leaders of men
Will open their hearts to the pirates, again
We will recover but, who can say when?
Ah, there's never quite enough time
Oh, play your phonograph
It still makes baby laugh
And look to the heavens, and see if he comes
To silence and stifle the tentative guns
And I will see all of my friends all at once
And I know I have nothing to hide
In time, the new relics will go where they've been
And seek out a crevice to perish within
And everywhere you can smell poison and skin
For, we will have thrown all the lines
Oh, play your phonograph
It splits the snakes in half
The place full the purpose of you and your friends
The load-bearing walls will begin to make sense
And they'll dole our prescriptions as Death recommends
Oh, you'll hardly be fit to decide
And every lone voice will equate with each verse
A hope for a kind and compassionate nurse
So,
The first will be last
But the last will be worst
And God says "Vengeance is mine"
And God says "Vengeance is mine"