The Warden

The saw in the hands, it’s white as snow The heavy endless weight on my heels, it’s cold The water on my head, but I won’t speak of you The hall and the rack and the wheel, it’s true And when it turns, the hole in my vision fills with you The cold and the loud and they won’t let me sleep I’ve been dragged on the floor and My blood earns my keep My body holds a picture of the sun, it’s you The warden bore a hole in my skull, it’s true Tore off my limbs and my breasts The heart it’s heavy in the chest And when it turns the hole in my vision fills with you Hole, rack, wheel, time Heart, thorn, knees, blight Hand, hold, bright white Whole head feels light Tore off my limbs and my breasts The heart it’s heavy in the chest Pulled out my tongue so I can’t speak the truth The picture in my vision it’s the sun, it’s you