A jail inside a jail was built
For those who still deny their guilt
A poker player\'s hour on tilt
He never will escape
A tortured wrongly wired brain
A brother by the name of cain
A forming clot in every vein
He never will escape
He searched the grimy dead end streets
For what had left him incomplete
Once distant love now obsolete
He never will escape
He drew a blade across his wrist
Still burdened by the soul she kissed
Before she chalked him off her list
He never will escape
With no more wheels to oil or grease
He begged the gods for some release
She took his hand and brought some peace
The file in his cake