What'll rise as a beacon
Would begin as a cog
That's a fact to the end
But then seems to go on
Next there'd probably have to be no god

Later the rats and the tombs they attract will illumine the slats in the wall
Everything works to repeat that signal
It improves how you leave
For better
Leaving clues not to read

Start then thinking too hard
Fit the puzzle that's of pieces bald

Secrets and plans and the plots that they thought they command
Though they can't prove it at all
Give them a clap when they land some windfall
Everything works to repeat that signal
Leaving clues not to read
It improves how you leave
For better
Leaving clues not to read