Текст песни They Are the Meat

I was lifted up high To a hole in the sky Where God told me to dig I found figures of pigs He put his butchers to work With a competent clerk Executing those who Had abandoned the truth Then four faces appeared Around the sides of sphere Spinning over a throne Made of amber and bone The ball was covered with eyes And as it started to rise God commanded the clerk To take me back to the dirt With words harder than stone His voice followed me home It said He was coming to eat My cousins who were his meat