Off The Grid

Off The Grid
My sentence is ending like this
I’ve been hacking and digging with a spoon and a shiv
Tunneling inch by inch
My strategy hinges on the fact that you’ve missed...

Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out
So long...
Served my days, but now it’s coming around
So long...
Confinement gives birth to reflection
I wish I could trade ill-fated decisions
My penance has earned these offenses
I’m crawling my way to independence
Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out
So long...
Served my days, but now it’s coming around
So long...
(Wait, wait, wait)
(Time, time, time)
(Lay, lay, lay)
(Time, time, time)
Wait for moonlight
Time the searchlights
Lay in the shadows
Preparing for flight
Wait for moonlight
Time the searchlights
Lay in the shadows
Preparing for flight
My captors are convinced that I’m pinned
Down in dependence on the system that fostered
An institution of thieves
(But I live to see)
The shock on their faces when my cell is empty

Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out
So long...
Served my days, but now it’s coming around
So long...
Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out
So long...
Served my days, but now it’s coming around
So long...
So long...