Lyrics The Warden - Chelsea Wolfe

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
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