Prison suicide.

Tattooed in the skin, but leaks
The treasure of the men you seek
The knife you pressed against the skin
Leads fire to another end
Climbing the electric fence
You'll meet the devil where he rents
An hour of your time, you've lost
To get an hour, for his cost
You hold yourself against the wall
But realize now you're soon to fall
And we'll call it a suicide
When really it was forced by pride
Temptation will not cause the crime
But those who give in walk the line
Your mistress will not wait for you
Unless your death is what you choose
And Satan can now help you out
If you give up this choice to doubt
Let go! and give way today
There's nothing else we'll hear you say.