Eden Prison - Swans

Within the walls of Eden Prison

There is a mark upon a stone

And in this place a life was written

And there a stain was laid where I was born

Now, moving through the roots of trees

Deep may their fingers reach

The substance of a mind that feeds

The bodies of the living stones that lead

Up to become the walls of Eden Prison

The supine wild beast upon the slab

Would gladly rip the throat from God

If only he could reach up to his white ass

And I am free and will never breathe again

Within the greasy ochre walls of Eden Prison

I am free, I will begin again

I am free, I will begin again

I am free of the choking hold

That began in Eden Prison

We are free, we are free

We are free, we are free

But the ships, they sail a sea

Of glistening turning crimson

They are carrying a cargo to unload

At Eden Prison