Lyrics to More Thumbscrews
Trees bowed to greet me as I passed by
Where those lucky enough to be wounded did lie.
I could keep walking, so I went on.
I'd been by there before, but now I belonged.
And thousands of demons stopped me to say,
"You have faltered and fallen and now you must pay."
And they smiled so kindly I thought they were wrong
Till they bound me and gagged me and pushed me along.
I came to a place I'd seen many a time.
They said, "To get in here, you must have a crime."
"Guilty," I said, though it took me a year.
I have found hell and its home, and it's here.
Then they stood up to greet me like I was a king,
Carpet rolled out, and the bells, they did ring.
The bulbs in the sockets, they flickered and dimmed,
Knew I was one by the strength of my sin.
I said, "By the fires, I see this is hell.
By the looks on your faces, you're damned here as well."
They said, "Come and be welcomed, wearing your curse.
To get here, you must have walked through hell first."
Well, I knew I'd been somewhere, because I was burned.
I was proud of my scars, like trophies I'd earned.
And I knew I was lost before I could begin
Where lust is a crime, desperation a sin.
Where those lucky enough to be wounded did lie.
I could keep walking, so I went on.
I'd been by there before, but now I belonged.
And thousands of demons stopped me to say,
"You have faltered and fallen and now you must pay."
And they smiled so kindly I thought they were wrong
Till they bound me and gagged me and pushed me along.
I came to a place I'd seen many a time.
They said, "To get in here, you must have a crime."
"Guilty," I said, though it took me a year.
I have found hell and its home, and it's here.
Then they stood up to greet me like I was a king,
Carpet rolled out, and the bells, they did ring.
The bulbs in the sockets, they flickered and dimmed,
Knew I was one by the strength of my sin.
I said, "By the fires, I see this is hell.
By the looks on your faces, you're damned here as well."
They said, "Come and be welcomed, wearing your curse.
To get here, you must have walked through hell first."
Well, I knew I'd been somewhere, because I was burned.
I was proud of my scars, like trophies I'd earned.
And I knew I was lost before I could begin
Where lust is a crime, desperation a sin.
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