| Song | Behold The Ziddle |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | If |
| The way you must find | |
| So you stop to read the signs | |
| Don’t be alarmed by the riddles | |
| It’s just the language of the middle | |
| Let the locusts fly | |
| Let the fires rise | |
| Pay no heed to the glaring, mischievous eyes | |
| Silently calling | |
| Afraid of falling | |
| And never looking round | |
| Uncertain backing | |
| Clearly lacking | |
| And drowning in the sound | |
| See the man with the grinning face that never smiles | |
| He’s been watching you back all the while | |
| And thinking thoughts that are just a little sideways | |
| Here comes the parade | |
| In torrential rain, | |
| Just to soothe the commoners | |
| The possessed and insane | |
| Their stomachs are gnawing | |
| They’re ready for clawing | |
| If I linger long | |
| I’ll be butcher’s bait | |
| In the Ziddle’s hands | |
| Is your fate! | |
| What a feature | |
| This odd little creature | |
| Whose efforts appear so vain | |
| There’s things he can’t find | |
| Inside of his mind | |
| That used to make him sane | |
| He has a three-sided dance that’s all the rage | |
| It looks like it’s in reverse | |
| But that’s just because | |
| You can’t see things from his perspective | |
| Through a wintry scene I flee | |
| A murky hollow looms ahead of me | |
| Down I slip and tumble | |
| Torn and bruised I lay humble | |
| Am I lost forevermore | |
| In this dark world | |
| Now I only walk the lonely way | |
| Where all is sadness | |
| How dearly I’d love to pray | |
| Yet all is madness | |
| But I’m realizing I’ve walk this road before | |
| Could it be I’m only dreaming | |
| And nothing more | |
| And if this is indeed merely a nightmare | |
| Then I’m the sole creator of the Ziddle’s lair | |
| Thus will I end his evil world | |
| And a sure pathway home I will unfurl | |
| Down, down, down | |
| That dark road I went just to see | |
| Just to see | |
| Down, down that dark road | |
| I’ve ceased to be me | |
| Yet a light I can see | |
| It’s growing close | |
| Searching for me | |
| How I long to be free | |
| Free at last! | |
| Good morning sunshine! |
| The way you must find | |
| So you stop to read the signs | |
| Don' t be alarmed by the riddles | |
| It' s just the language of the middle | |
| Let the locusts fly | |
| Let the fires rise | |
| Pay no heed to the glaring, mischievous eyes | |
| Silently calling | |
| Afraid of falling | |
| And never looking round | |
| Uncertain backing | |
| Clearly lacking | |
| And drowning in the sound | |
| See the man with the grinning face that never smiles | |
| He' s been watching you back all the while | |
| And thinking thoughts that are just a little sideways | |
| Here comes the parade | |
| In torrential rain, | |
| Just to soothe the commoners | |
| The possessed and insane | |
| Their stomachs are gnawing | |
| They' re ready for clawing | |
| If I linger long | |
| I' ll be butcher' s bait | |
| In the Ziddle' s hands | |
| Is your fate! | |
| What a feature | |
| This odd little creature | |
| Whose efforts appear so vain | |
| There' s things he can' t find | |
| Inside of his mind | |
| That used to make him sane | |
| He has a threesided dance that' s all the rage | |
| It looks like it' s in reverse | |
| But that' s just because | |
| You can' t see things from his perspective | |
| Through a wintry scene I flee | |
| A murky hollow looms ahead of me | |
| Down I slip and tumble | |
| Torn and bruised I lay humble | |
| Am I lost forevermore | |
| In this dark world | |
| Now I only walk the lonely way | |
| Where all is sadness | |
| How dearly I' d love to pray | |
| Yet all is madness | |
| But I' m realizing I' ve walk this road before | |
| Could it be I' m only dreaming | |
| And nothing more | |
| And if this is indeed merely a nightmare | |
| Then I' m the sole creator of the Ziddle' s lair | |
| Thus will I end his evil world | |
| And a sure pathway home I will unfurl | |
| Down, down, down | |
| That dark road I went just to see | |
| Just to see | |
| Down, down that dark road | |
| I' ve ceased to be me | |
| Yet a light I can see | |
| It' s growing close | |
| Searching for me | |
| How I long to be free | |
| Free at last! | |
| Good morning sunshine! |