The Inquisition
words and music copyright DK Bridger 2008

These rooms in San Quentin
Got nothing but Jesus in them.
I’m talking about prisoners.
Talking about visitors.
Talking to my inquisitors.
I’m singing like a bird on the ground.

On my knees. See my prayers.
Spill my guts, no secrets there.
I heard Him speaking to conspirators.
I heard Him pleading with his tormentors.
I've seen Him bleeding, He’s just a man
Dyng for the blood on your hands.

For His sake, you get crazy.
In His name, you can be so cruel.
I’m gonna take to whatever might sway me.
So give me a break. My bones all break.

Truth walks on water.
Learn to swim a little bit, Father.
Never climb a mountain in His life
Never taste freedom. That’s what it’s like.
If you want to hear a sad sad song,
Listen to the dirt on these grounds.

Innocents scream till
Punishment has no meaning.
No one sees the Casualty.
Turn your head ignore the Prophesy.
You profit. You believe
In all these absurdities.
You can’t see the dirt for the ground.

These walls go on forever,
Dividing pain from guilty pleasures.
No one sees either side,
Hidden away, forsaken pride.
Countless dead. No one measures
Buried bodies like stolen treasures
Under the dirt on these grounds.

Gimme me a break, they’re just crazy.
Give them a break, they don’t know what they do.
Give them a break, it won’t even phase me.
All my bones break. Just give them a break.

These rooms in San Quentin
Got nothing but Jesus in them.
I’m talking about prisoners.
I’m talking about the Visitor.
I’m talking to my inquisitors,
Singing from the dirt on the ground.

                                                                           ~ DK Bridger