Wound of the Warden

The wound of the warden
 From cradle to the grave
 The senseless apprehension
 Of freedom's wily ways
 I know one day
 they'll be grateful
 I know one day
 they'll worship me
 Choice is too precious
 To be wasted on vermin
 That's how we'll keep them
 Sheltered, fetal, fed and glutted
 The sweet drug of anesthesia
 Hell is easy to find
 And I know that in time they'll be glad I kept them blind
 I will save you,
 I will absolve you
 (I will spare you, I will rob you)
 I'll take upon me the canker of knowledge
 I'll take upon me the fetid price of glory
 How great it is, the transcendent goodness
 The self-assurance of the pure
 How great it is, the transcendent goodness
 The self-assurance of the pure
 Suffering eases at the gates
 And laughter ceases at the gates
 Suffering eases at the gates
 And laughter ceases at the gates
 Someone above you always knows better than you
 There's something comforting in the stranglehold of a shepherd's crook
 How great it is, the transcendent goodness
 The self-assurance of the pure
 Not one misstep, not one mistake
 All calculated for our sake
 Like children we'll step into the fire
 Not one misstep, not one mistake
 All calculated for our sake
 Like children we'll step into the fire
 Not one misstep, not one mistake
 All calculated for our sake
 Like children we'll step into the fire