Drawn And Quartered - Penal Colony

Inside this weary head

Behind this painted lie

I’m pinned by vertigo

I speak, yet nothing’s said

Heart and material

Dividing me in two

And I blink my eyes

As the building’s rise

The buildings rise

Drawn

To your raked-on skin

Drawn

To the voice within

Drawn and quartered

Drawn and quartered

Drawn

By jealousy

Drawn

Like a withdrawn fiend

Drawn and quartered

Drawn and quartered

They shove it down my throat

This saccharine landscaped sin

A well planned diversion

From my bruised and bleeding kin

The crux of this crime

Has now become me

The blame is on my back

A drunkard’s point of view

I’m bound

To these racks

I’m bare nerves

Skinned like a cat

And I’m bound