After Me, The Flood

Haggard hand Your holy land Is storm drain streets When deluge speaks When the flood comes for it's owner Made of time but not of closure Drowning in the possibilities Laid out ahead of you Always looking out for number one A shallow-sighted view The sky's a wayward vessel That culled it's disarray Then swelled to fill its own expanse And birthed a thunderhead Never the same A thousand-thousand names Asinos, Episkopos The dweller trawling the abyss For a name his own When the flood comes for it's owner Made of time but not of closure Drowning in the possibilities Laid out ahead of you Always looking out for number one A shallow-sighted view I don't pretend to know me This fire inside's still burning I spent forty days of yearning Calcifying songs of blame And here I thought you'd know Oh, that Aqua Vitae stronger Than anything I'd find outside myself to numb away That sulfur bursting out of me To light a fire in the rain A voice of flame to tame the Sinking cities washed away When the flood comes for it's owner Made of time but not of closure Stand against the tide and decide Where to spend the rest of your time