Lyrics 6th Stanza - Ben LaMar Gay

6th Stanza

Squatting before the river with one hand submerged
The warden feels the rush of the current
Along with the arrogance and the nerve of the fugitive
Confirming his initial sentiment of their connection
The warden knows that if he allows the cocoon to release the 1000 butterflies
That it would be a victory for our fugitive
This is one celebration that he’s hate to observe from the opposing sidelines
The confetti, the cheers, the speeches filled with empty promises for the future
At the award presentation
The warden believes this is the same celebration
That the devil held as a mockery of the destruction of his family
He believes that somehow a dark force cajoled him
To accepting the position at the state penitentiary
Thus distancing himself from his young family
The devil needed a way out of hell
And he used the warden
A swap of souls
The devil is wandering free about the land
While the warden is stuck as the new overseer of hell
The warden too desired to escape prison like our fugitive
Just for a chance to explain himself to his beloved family
But the devil’s curse of pride would never allow his heavy tongue to speak in
that manner
The warden can attest to how 500 chains feels on the neck of a man
The burden makes a man sink twelve feet deep with every step
He needs to get our fugitive back in custody
If only to justify his own existence
He can smell the blood of the fugitive
He dries his hand
And continues south
Rapidly