The House of God.

The walls of the house of God
Are made
Of stone that's cold
And wood that's old
The walls of the house of God
Can speak
An ancient tongue
That still seems young
The walls of the house of God
Don't sing
No, not for you
No, not for you
The walls of the house of God
Are made
Of skulls and ribs
And ash and fibs
Of whiskey, wine
That once was mine
Of crying babes
And wolves from caves
The walls of the house of God
Are made
Of stone that's cold
And wood that's old

The walls of the house of God
Are crumbling down
To let the light of God
In once again
So we may sing
Of love and beauty
And of sin
The walls of the house of God
Are dead
For all the phoenixes here bred
Will sing to the happy day
Of death
The walls of the house of God
Are gone

The door of the house of God
Is cracked
Just like his crown
It's broken down
The door of the house of God
Fell like
The euthanized
In clouds of flies
The needle made the final call
For the final rejoice of them all
With a breath of air
Of wind we broke
The door of the house of God
The door of the house of God
Leads somewhere
That we'd never been
Content to wile away the days
Inside the house of God

The floor of the house of God
Is less
Complex than all the other parts
It's made of fire
Of God's ire
So we could not go walk about
Forced to sit still
In the house of God

The roof of the house of God
Composed
Of clouds and lightning
Swift-sword foes
The roof of the house of God
Was used
To keep us in
To contain sin
I may have built it at some point
I welded in the nuts and joints
So only I knew how to break
The roof
The floor
The walls
The door
The entire house of God

But I was never a man of God
No matter what the weather
I was never a man of God
And we broke his house together