It's Te-ah-tim-eh! (The Gentleman with the Glass Eyes)

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the Guild, where the murderers retreat,
There’s a tapping of a cane and the sound of nimble feet.
He moves like a spider on a thread of frozen silk,
With a smile as sharp as razors and a voice as smooth as milk.
He’s got one eye like a marble, and the other’s just the same,
And he’ll politely kill you if you mispronounce his name.
Don't call him "Tea Time," or you'll find your breath is short,
It's Te-ah-tim-eh, for the more professional sort!
​(Chorus)
Oh, the glass-eyed boy is climbing up the wall,
He’s the only one who isn't scared to see the heavens fall.
He doesn't want your money, he doesn't want your soul,
He just wants to see the universe slip out of all control.
A precise and chilly logic, a mind of jagged ice,
Mr. Te-ah-tim-eh’s coming, and he never asks you twice!
​(Verse 2)
The Auditors were nervous, they wanted a "deletion,"
A god of winter festivals brought to full completion.
The others thought of daggers, or a poison in a cup,
But Jonathan looked at the moon and brought the scale up.
"To kill a dream," he whispered, "you must go where dreams are made,"
So he gathered up a gang and he sharpened up his blade.
Through the Tooth Fairy’s castle, where the white towers gleam,
He went to murder childhood and the spirit of the dream!
​(Verse 3)
He didn't care for Banjo, and he didn't care for Peeks,
He didn't care for anyone who feels or thinks or speaks.
He collected all the molars, piled 'em high in snowy hills,
Using innocence as kindling for his dark and twisted thrills.
He’d "inhume" the sun itself if the price was set just right,
And leave the world to shiver in an everlasting night.
No empathy, no mercy, just a list of things to do,
And if you’re on the paper, then he’s coming straight for you!
​(Bridge)
He thought he’d won the game, he thought the Pig-King fell,
He thought he’d mapped the logic of a soul-less, hollow shell.
But he didn't count on Susan, or the scythe that cuts so deep,
Or the secrets that a governess is forced to always keep.
He fell through the dimensions, where the "now" becomes the "then,"
But in the dark and quiet, you can hear his voice again:
"It's Te-ah-tim-eh, if you please..."
​(Chorus)
Oh, the glass-eyed boy is climbing up the wall,
He’s the only one who isn't scared to see the heavens fall.
He doesn't want your money, he doesn't want your soul,
He just wants to see the universe slip out of all control.
A precise and chilly logic, a mind of jagged ice,
Mr. Te-ah-tim-eh’s coming, and he never asks you twice!
​(Outro)
Mind the chimney.
Mind the locks.
Mind the things inside the box.
It's not "Tea Time."
(A sudden, sharp silence)
It’s Te-ah-tim-eh.
(One final, aggressive strum of the guitar)