Inquisition

 

I’ve got a hole in my head where the doctor drilled
I had to leave it to the air, he didn’t want it filled
Let the light get in, make the darkness face about
If you plug up your hole, then the devil can’t get out

I’ve got a poultice on my ass, since he burst the boil
My forehead got branded, just because I screamed and cursed
The poultice stays despite the smell, despite the itch and burning
They’re ridding me of evil; the thumb screws now are turning

I’ve got Flail scars on my back; they’ve rubbed them well with salt
They say that I don’t pray enough and this is all my fault
Recant they said, repent they said, fill up with grace and hope
For if ye will not bow the knee, you’ll surely feel the rope

I wait my execution, they’ve no forced me yet to weep
no a part o me that isn’t sore; when I die is when I’ll sleep
No torture will coheres me, I’ll hang by my own rope
I spit on their religion, fuck there god and fuck there hope