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