Inside this weary head Behind this painted lie I'm pinned by vertigo I speak, yet nothing's said Heart and material Dividing me in two And I blink my eyes As the building's rise The buildings rise Drawn To your raked-on skin Drawn To the voice within Drawn and quartered Drawn and quartered Drawn By jealousy Drawn Like a withdrawn fiend Drawn and quartered Drawn and quartered They shove it down my throat This saccharine landscaped sin A well planned diversion From my bruised and bleeding kin The crux of this crime Has now become me The blame is on my back A drunkard's point of view I'm bound To these racks I'm bare nerves Skinned like a cat And I'm bound.