White Prism

There's a white prism with phony jism spread across its face
And the soulful convicts forever interred lose the smile across their faces
The smile that registered hopes or dreams has proven just a waste
And I'm the indentured servant forever in his place
I'm the indentured servant forever in his place
I wish I built a cabinet of shiny bolts and wood
Secret draws and hiding places, sculpted out of wood
Secret places, secret lies in a desk lying alone
A secret letter written to you to be read when you're alone
A secret letter written to you to be read when you're alone
It says: "I'm your indentured servant"
"I can no longer pretend that I'm a lover or an equal"
"I'm not even a friend, I'm not good enough to serve you"
"I'm not good enough to stay so it is that I beseech you"
"To please turn me away so it is that I beseech you"
"To please turn me away"
Turn me away, turn me away, turn me away
I'm asking you to let me go, it hurts me when you're sad
And I can not do better than this which must surely make you mad
I'd be better off in your cabinet or in a prison made of cloth
Crouched beneath your dress I come shooting little spurts
Crouched beneath your dress I come shooting little spurts
I'm your indentured servant but even I have pride
In what I make or say or do although I've lots to hide
I hide from freedom and I hide from you 'cause you've found me out
I belong in prison beneath your legs in a cabinet that I've built
Beneath a candle in a secret drawer in a prison by a moat
I'm your indentured servant and I'm asking you to leave
Me outside this prison cell where only you can breathe
I-I-I, I'm your indentured servant but I'm asking you for this
Please release me from this love and do it with a kiss
I'm your indentured servant I'm the one you'll miss
Do it with a kiss, do it with a kiss
Do it with a kiss, I'm the one you'll miss