You thought that you had been waiting in line for a soul
But you wound up applying for a spot inside of the whole
With all of the other prosaic and paranoid trolls
Who separate colored illusions in small litle bowls
Do your snake-skin boots still tread the immeasurable track?
Is your echo still stubbornly calling your secrets all back?
When noone does nothing the justice it seeks in the black
And hot death comes down in the bucket instead of a sack
Lazarus, gather us
'Fore you return
Your eyes once evaded the shadowy 'rizon of dawn
The waves were taken not given and you played along
Nearby was Washington Roebling and swam in a song
When mercy was second to beauty I saw nothing wrong
The magnets were planted clandestinely under the trees
An abyss worth of miracles wasted and covered and fleas
Horizons that break for the mountain and fall into trees
And I am exhumed, resurrected, brought up from my knees
Lazarus, gather us
'Fore you return