Skyscraper waves far over your head
Surface your sky as you lie on its bed
from deep out of your pores monsters creep
In the eye of a hurricane dream you sleep
A tornado of fire guides your way
Voice of flame fires the clay
Now heart of stone grinds your meal
From bread pick a bone blood congeal
It drips from a barbwire crown
A fisherman can never drown
Born of a virgin daughter
He walks on troubled water