Lyrical Synthesis Engine

(Intro chords fade to solitary footsteps) The concrete metronome keeps time—ain't God, nor jury-peer, just ticking Inside this guilt-carved catacomb, where saints sit mixed with sinners. Memories buffet like phantom fists—my mental newsreel's flickering— A boy with frisky little dreams now shackled unto blisters? [Eight-seconds silence—micro-sample of prison door slamming] Walls breathe moist accusations—they murmur "should’ve ran!" and "should’ve died!" But ignite was t' anger drew but drew anger was t' ignite— Reverse the film—still suffocates the picture dark and wide. Did freedom run its numbered laps? Or was the cage implied? Pain makes a potent psalmist, they claim—the chisel shaping verse But midnight shakes my bowline knot—each soul-flay turns worse! I taste confinement—slick like nickel—copper pulses in my chest— What mercy cleanses phantom chains once flesh escapes its mess? (Refrain - Sung) This cage, a structure awefully made? Or fear's projection... breathed while angels prayed? How many prisons must I flee? Inside a jail*  AUTHOR'S NOTE: Homophone exploration — could be "Inside a 'jale'" referring to heroin? Or literal cell?