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