Behind the barbwire there's some
protection for me, at least, there
pretend it's a bandage and I won't get released,
this comfort's vile, but I won't pound
through the bars with the knife of my fault
My voice in jail
Tried to escape but it did not have a gun
My voice in jail, my voice in jail
Tried to escape but it did not have a gun
My voice in jail, what has it done?
If pain grabs me from the walls
I'll have to scream with my eyes that I'm scared
Too many failed attempts, I finally shovelled
My way to secret vault
My voice in jail, my voice in jail
Tried to escape but it did not have a gun
My voice in jail, what has it done?
