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 d**h's cathedral
Well, now soon
Plan D
Will be released
And the sea shall rise
And the skies open