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