I'm staring down my cabin door.
Waiting to jump before the lead hits the floor.
By now you've questioned my deepest motive.
You've bound me and shoved me to the locomotive.
I've had my day and guarded it completely.
Now I write my wrath discretely.
If you bound me, for what cause?
You'd take my life as soon as I pause.
Am I the one that makes you afraid?
Have I not worked, with all debts paid?
Now you're wanted and with Due Process.
But you're guilty and will hang for this.
Now who's seeing through the hole in your door?
A man with a gun and warrant to explore.