titus andronic.us

I am the carpenter. These are the hands
that built the coffin of the world’s tallest man.
It was carved from the largest tree ever cut down.
It took twenty strong men to lower into the ground.

And what did he see closing enormous eyes
but a ladder leading to a hole in the sky.
Let a sleeping dog lie, let a lonely man die.
We’ve got more than enough lonely men.

Again and again and again,
he will take you apart in the end.
Again and again and again,
he will take you apart in the end.

Beware of the things that you see in the dark
they’re as real as the secrets you keep in your heart like a jail
because you’re never too young to be afraid of death,
just like it’s never too early to breathe your last breath and exhale.

Will you feel relief or regret and remorse
or will you just be hoping that you backed the right horse?
As you take your final lap around the track,
will you offer your hand to an angel in black?

With your heart in a vice or your head on a pike,
you will follow him into the dark of the night.
He will come to you when you’re weary and old
and take you away to a palace of gold.

A palace, a palace of gold
he will give you a thin hand to hold.
A palace, a palace of gold
is your reward when your body gets cold.

I am the carpenter. These are the hands
that built the coffin of the world’s tallest man,
but as big as he was, the funny part is, you see,
from the neck up, he looked an awful lot like me.