Porter
(专辑: Repent Replenish Repeat - 2013)
Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cell one is a
padded little palace, within which lives a
little girl named Alice For half her life in that room she has been banished, She drinks from the
wrong side of the
chalice, the
girl's damaged. Each day when I
arrive at the
front gate, I
hear her happy little voice say "You're late, you're late, you're late" Always talking to the
friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed. At lunchtimes I
go listen to her mad chatter, Matter of fact, tea parties with a
limited platter. She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me' She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity Always mad polite in spite of all the
instability Handles the
containment and displacement just formidably Hates the
locking doors but by the
morning she's forgiven me. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cell four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing. Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing. It's startling when you start to think of how you might react to this darker thing. She believes that she travelled to a
far away land and havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand She killed a
woman by mistake, straight away on arriving, Then formed a
gang to go and hunt and kill the
victim's sibling. It's kind of fucked up, they killed wolves and crows As they trod a
bloodstained path along a
yellow brick road. And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun. She tells her story with a
smile, while not the
slightest flicker of rigour lingers [?] As this princess clicks the
heels on her slippers. Kinda hear a
solemn mumble as I
close the
cell door "Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more" Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. One more door, let's jaw about Wendy. Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a
sentry, hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating But she still sits staring at the
stars just waiting Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading. A
figure, hands on hips, feet never, never quaking. Memories of a
kiss, hands never, never shaking. Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking. Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight. I
know what you're thinking, 'absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the
inanimate' She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a
little bell, And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell. She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a
well that through her dreams alone broke the
fucking bars to this cell. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter. Cause I'm the
porter and these wards I
walk from wall to wall are full of the
types of minds that might sometimes fight the
binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.