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
