The wound of the warden From cradle to the grave The senseless apprehension Of freedoms wily ways I know one day theyll be grateful I know one day theyll worship me Choice is too precious To be wasted on vermin Thats how well keep them Sheltered, fetal, fed and glutted The sweet drug of anesthesia Hell is easy to find And I know that in time theyll be glad I kept them blind I will save you, I will absolve you I will spare you, I will rob you Ill take upon me the canker of knowledge Ill take upon me the fetid price of glory How great it is, the transcendent goodness The selfassurance of the pure Suffering eases at the gates And laughter ceases at the gates Someone above you always knows better than you Theres something comforting in the stranglehold of a shepherds crook How great it is, the transcendent goodness The selfassurance of the pure Not one misstep, not one mistake All calculated for our sake Like children well step into the fire
selfassurance, transcendent, theyll, goodness, wily