Locked up in a cell, at an unknown location.
No chance for probation, hiding my frustration, it's a fucked up situation.

Caught in isolation, the end is near.
I have no fear, not a tear, but I wont fucking die here.

I need to disappear, my faith is all I've got.
My soul cannot be bought, I won't be someone I'm not.

Even though I'm caught, lost and betrayed.
I'm not afraid, I got played, this is not a party, its a masquerade.

It's the price I paid, I threw away the gun.
Wanted to see another sun, the door is open, should I stay or should I run?