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?