Twist of the tale
Last time I remember
I was in the middle of nowhere
But I'm already halfway up the river
It ain't arson if what you're
burning is your passion
It ain't blasphemy if your faith
is in your dreams
It ain’t battery if what
you're beating is oppression
No, it ain't murder
if you're about to do or die
Rain fall down and wash away my sins
When will I break out of
this Penitentiary
I once was lost but
now I found I'm drowning
Thus is my life inside
this self-imposed Penitentiary
It ain't treason
when you're treading hallowed grounds
It ain't perjury
when you're purging all your fears
It ain’t battery if
what you're beating is oppression
No, it ain't murder
if you're about to do or die
Rain fall down and wash away my sins
When will I break out of
this Penitentiary
I once was lost but
now I found I'm drowning
Thus is my life inside
this self-imposed Penitentiary
For all this I plead guilty
Basking in my solitary solidarity
The key that locks
these chains resides in me
For all this I plead guilty