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
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
Hole, rack
Wheel, time
Heart, thorn
Knees, blight

Hand, hold
Bright white
Whole head
Feels light