Birnam Wood

All dark effects I’d long withstood
Upon my room advanced
The moving shade of Birnam Wood
Disguised by broken branch
I struck firm the hollow of your thigh
Withheld my name, yet from determined hold I could not fly;
Though every tendon came undone
Would you take a bound-up Isaac’s place?
Are you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Or prefer the father’s dreadful fate?
Are you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
(Though every tendon came undone
Safe in the arms of the kingdom come)
Floodwater filled your formless birth
A column cloud descends
Your of sorrow must not be measured by his worth
For then it hath no end
Yet may my heart in tune be found
In four-shape notes from underground
And can we not call it a nervous breakdown,
My nervous system breaking down?
Would you take a bound-up Isaac’s place?
Are you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Steady is a knife held sure by faith
Are you a God? And shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Riding in a westbound railcar
They’ll dump you in the Highgate Graveyard
They’ll dump you in the Highgate Graveyard
(Poison in the teacup graveyard alpha radiation graveyard)
Come untie your little sons
Before the angel comes
Come untie your little sons
Come untie your little sons
Come untie your sons
Come untie your little sons
Come untie your sons