I'll make people into prisons
Yes I will
Yes I can
I'll always start with voices and I'll start with a young man
His is the echoes roaming
Turrets and watchtowers
And I'll use his skin for shadows
To stand guard in the late hours
I'll use his blood for wires
For veins of electric light
I'll use his lungs for chimneys
Screaming smoke into the night
And all the howling inmates!
The convicts and the dead
Will be the little demons ravaging his head.
His skull will hold them soundly
Though they scratch and dig and call
His skull will be the nutshell
Will be the outer wall.
I can board up his eyes
So none can peek on through
He'll make a lovely prison
And then I'll turn to you.
