Lyrics:

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 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?
'Is he a God and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?' (I- Watts)
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 cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth
For then it hath no end' (again from Macbeth)
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 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
(Poison-in-the-teacup-graveyard alpha-radiation-graveyard)

Come untie your little son
Before the angel comes