| 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 |