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, I am free and will never breathe again
Within the greasy ochre 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, 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 chocking hold that began in Eden prison
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