Plan D

Well, now soon

Plan D

Will be released

And the sea shall rise

And the skies open

And can't you see

You're in on it

You were born

Though you need not

Have been born

Here at all

And is that not

Some cause

For worship

Being born beneath these trees

Though the beast

Is lurking

Now, Saint George

He tried

Where he failed

The sky shall succeed

Shall be seen

The hornets

And are you there

To build a spire

That blots out the sky

Your doors are open

But are your minds

Get down

And if you say

Yes, I'm mad

Him good him bad

My knees are not bleeding

From kneeling

In death's cathedral

Well, now soon

Plan D

Will be released

And the sea shall rise

And the skies open