[EMILY]
The wheels are turning broken machinery
It grinds below us and all around I see
The crooked ceiling the old familiar halls
The dirty paper that’s covering the walls
The shattered staircase, the bed I’m bleeding in
We’ve tried to fight this, but we can never win

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright; they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
No one’s coming, coming to take me home

He takes my picture, although I don’t know why
His hands are shaking, although I see him try
To look collected, he thinks it doesn’t show
We are connected, but what he doesn’t know
Is when the guard comes to take me away
I will be tortured until the break of day

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright; they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
No one’s coming, coming to take me home
He’s at the window, he’s always looking down
As we are beaten, how can this fucking town
Not know what’s happening to all their little girls?
They’ve got the Pirate, they’re cutting off her curls
And she is screaming they won’t leave her alone
And I am dreaming of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing, at least I have my wits
But when the cart comes, who’s buried in the pits?
Below my window, I hear a horse go by
And in the next cell an inmate starts to cry
We try our best though to quiet down the fuss
We know tomorrow it could be one of us

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright; they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
No one’s coming, coming to take me home