"Hew Draper (In The Salt Tower)" lyrics

I'm not a king, I'm just a man
I'm just a drone, I'm anyone
And you tell me what to believe
God's just a king, God's just a sham
The same kind of throne but higher up
What does He do for me?

And I'm so small, I'm the dust that coats the tables
And I'm so small, I'm the wood under your shoe
But you don't notice until you feel unstable
The wood rots beneath you

What makes a man? What makes a God?
Wouldn't we all be heretics
If we were somewhere else?
Vengeful gods, ruthless and hot
All of their force inherited
Jail me for things I felt

When I'm so tall in the cell above the stables
And I'm so tall, I'm a raven in a tree
I chart the sun in the moments I am able
Is light here within me?

Can you mistake your God
For smoke the burning cages cause
For echoes in an empty hall
For carvings in a tower wall?
And would you forsake your God
If someone took the sky away
And made you sit here every day?
Oh, tell me that you wouldn't pray

Am I a witch, a man?
Am I what I believe I am
Or merely just a helping hand?
Oh, what a waste to understand
I won't get out of here
But still, it isn't death I fear
I watch the light pass through the sphere
It's hell on earth, that much is clear

Why are we so scared of magic?
Why do we hate the unknown?
You didn't take it, I have it
So deep within my bones
I set the stars in the stone here
Next to the Jesuit priests
Names going slowly, unknown here
What will become of me?