Eden Prison

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 ocher 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