The heat of my brain turns the iron bars 
Around me to dust, but when [bad word] to my senses 
It’s a winter’s day and 
There’s just a [bad word] 

I’m walking through the revolving doors in my mind
But no matter how hard I try 
I can’t seem to get out the other side

Cause everywhere I look is looking back…

I’m a holy man in a stained glass cathedral
But when I look in the mirror all I see is 
Cinder blocks and stainless steel

I got eight tailored suits waitin’ for me 
When I get back home
…if I ever get back home

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’
When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to go

You can hold me captive for all these things I’ve done
But, I’m quite sure by now this ain’t the only race I’m [bad word] 

She said she could never forget the look of my eyes
It’s a misfortunate fortune that I’m in here
But at least I’m still alive
I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles’ aim
It’s been forty years now and 
I just need someone to know my name

I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way?
But I ain’t as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up
But I’m gonna die either way so I might as well die trying

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’
When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to go