• inquisitor inquisitor, when will you be satisfied?
    when hell freezes over? when pigs fly? when the sky caves in?
    when seven trumpets sound to signal Armageddon?

    inquisitor inquisitor, is it too much to ask?
    to retire your tools of torture and hang up your bleeding apron?
    don't you realize it's all a pointless task?

    the confessions you sweat to pull and pry out
    were hammered in by you from the very start.