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We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of tunnels and of,
Sleeping guards.
We dream of blackouts in the,
Prison yard.
Heartbroken we found
A gleam of hope.
Harken to the sound,
A whistle blows.
Heaven sent reply,
However small,
Evidence of life,
Beyond these walls.
Born and bred,
In this machine.
Wardens dread,
To see us dream.
We hold tight,
To legends of,
Real life;
The way it was before.
We dream of jailers throwing,
Down their arms.
We dream of open gates and,
No alarms.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
Heartbroken we found
A gleam of hope.
Harken to the sound,
A whistle blows.
Heaven sent reply,
However small,
Evidence of life,
Beyond these walls.
Born and bred,
In this machine.
Wardens dread,
To see us dream.
We hold tight,
To legends of,
Real life;
The way it was before.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away....