Sitting in this cell these bars wide open Stricken by the light I fear the unspoken The Son is my hope, my shelter and my guide But I'd rather choose this lonely cell, this hole where I hide I run from it all, my face to the wall
I run, I run, I run but never get away Chinatown jail break
The darkness of this hole has it's claws in my soul Who needs the warmth I choose the cold My freedom's not what I've conditioned my soul to want I'm bound beneath the surface, my selfishness I flaunt He's calling my name yet I choose the same