Through the crack of the cell door,
Silently planning an escape
Through the hole in the cell floor.
He stands, still watching,
His hand gripping the bar.
I may win a battle or two
But, he will always win the war.
He's silent. He stares
At the one who put him in.
His destiny's been determined.
What's another sin?
He's still. He's watching me
Through the crack of the cell door.
That perfect opportunity
Is all he's waiting for.