Zen & the Twelve Prophets of Doom Lyrics

ZEN & THE TWELVE PROPHETS OF DOOM

Her torn tentacle rose-bud eye followed my eye through her sequened globe
The swarmin' sufferin' bee's in the tree's
Autumn's moss
Her rose-bud eye pointed north, where I found the seven runes with large elongated inscriptions
Carved into the stones in ancient letters
She then appeared once more, said her name was 'Zen'
I felt my head grow heavy, heavy, heavy...
I was out of line when I read out the lines, out of line

The storm came a-gustin', n' a-blowin' and a-scatterin' and a-showerin' and a-splatterin'
Upon the runes, until they were readable no more
At this point, the sky cracked open in the shape of a door
Thunder clapped some, like a body
The skies did pour and her eyes started gleamin'
The Twelve Prophets of Doom hold the key, don't you see?
To be aware of why you are here
And the twelve prophets of doom