
Fangen und wieder loslassen, jeden verdammten Tag. Über einen Ordnungshüter, der merkt, dass er kein Verbrecher jagt, sondern ein Rad füttert, an das er selbst nicht mehr glaubt.
Same iron door, same rusty creak
Same four faces staring back, same week
They don't even fight the cuffs anymore
Just grin like old friends walking through the store
I sign the paper, they sign the wall
Names carved deeper every fall
The deputies yawn, the judge looks bored
Another round in the same old chord
I turn the key, hear the lock engage
But I already know the next page
The jail that never stays full keeps calling my name
Same shadows walk out in the morning, same game
I chain 'em tight, they slip like smoke
I bring 'em justice, they bring the joke
The jail that never stays full, it laughs in my face
Every lock I turn just opens more space
I'm not catching criminals, I'm feeding a wheel
That spins for the town and grinds down what's real
One of them asked me last night through the bars
"Why don't you just shoot us and save the scars?"
I looked at his eyes, saw nothing to hate
Just tired men playing their usual fate
The cell smells like yesterday's sweat and defeat
Same graffiti, same piss on the concrete
They don't dream of freedom, they dream of the ride
Back to the road where the cycle won't hide
If I quit tonight, would the town even break?
Or would someone else come and make the same mistake?
Every bullet I save is another they spend
On running the same goddamn end
The jail that never stays full keeps burning my days
Same four shadows dancing the same old maze
I lock the door, but the door don't care
It knows I'll be back, standing right there
The jail that never stays full, that's my life in a line
Catch and release, every damn time
No heroes, no villains, just motion and rust
And a man who keeps doing what he no longer trusts
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