Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad, black, bottom kind,
They are sick breath at my hind,
They are sick breath at my hind,
They are sick breath at my hind,
They are 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 tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist.
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or 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 of life
Just to hide in death a awhile,
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 a waiting,
And I think my head is a burning.
And in a way I'm yearnin'
To be done with all this measuring 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 a burnin'
And I think my head is glowin'
And in a way I'm hopin'
To be done with all this wieghin' 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 a glowing
And I think my head is smoking.
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief,
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth,
And anyway there was no proof,
And Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is a melting,
And I think my blood is boilin'
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun, with all this truth and consequence
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth,

And anyway I told the truth
An' I'm not afraid to die!

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