Shovel Beats Sceptre

Has it dawned on you yet? Have you begun to grasp That life is not a clock But an hourglass? Are you prepared? Is your rat-nest in order? Will your mind be at ease When the shadows grow taller? Hopeless odds The game is fixed See death teardown the playground A knife in the throat Just to see if it fits See life sneak out through the Devil's hatch Blazing scythe - book of lies Scissors beats paper Orb of flies - throne of mice Shovel beats sceptre Hopeless buds The soil is sick See reason to reach for the tinderbox A modest flame And a bundle of sticks All flesh is grass when the ashes call Mouths of dirt - angel birth Tombstone beats feather Wall of urns - crown of worms Shovel beats sceptre Has it dawned on you yet? Have you begun to grasp That life is not a clock But an hourglass? Are you prepared? Is your rat-nest in order? Will your mind be at ease When the shadows grow taller? Your days are numbered No matter what you've been told So, stop now and consider That you've never been this old That you've never been this old That you've never been this old That you've never been this old Pope-less odds The throat is slit See leafed hands raise the loving cup A pale vowel From the deaconess' lips All flesh is cash when the gavel falls Oblong box - gilded cross Coffin beats saviour Velvet knots - maggot pox Shovel beats sceptre