[Oracle] Elders sat calmly while the vision began, A hand lifted Ezekiel beyond where exile ran. At the gate stood jealousy dressed as a sign, [People] Dig now in the wall; do not stop at the door, The painted beasts wait where the elders burn smoke. [Oracle] Yet deeper corruption was hidden inside. They said, He does not see; the earth is forsaken, And darkness became permission for worship misshapen. At another gate mourning served a foreign name, [People] Dig now in the wall; do not stop at the door, The painted beasts wait where the elders burn smoke. Between porch and altar backs turned from the house. [Bridge] Twenty-five faces received the eastern sun, While violence below made devotion a lie. The glory was present though the secret rooms denied it, [Coda] Dig now in the wall; hidden worship will be seen. Dig now in the wall; do not stop at the door, The painted beasts wait where the elders burn smoke.