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