Off The Grid

My sentence is end like this

By hacking and digging with the spoon and a shiv

Tunneling inch by inch

My strategy hinges on the fact you've missed

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out

Oh oh so long

Served my days, but now its coming round

Oh oh so long

Confinement gives birth to reflections

I wish I could trade ill-fated decisions

My penance has earned these offences

I'm crawling my way to independence

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out

Oh oh so long

Served my days, but now its coming round

Oh oh so long

Wait for moonlight

Time for searchlights

Lay in the shadows

Preparing for flight

Wait for moonlight

Time for searchlights

Lay and prepare for flight

My captors convinced that I'm pinned

Down in dependence on the system that fostered

An institution of thieves

But I live to see

The shock in the faces when my cell is empty

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out

Oh oh so long

Served my days, but now its coming round

Oh oh so long

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out

Oh oh so long

Served my days, but now its coming round

Oh oh so long

Oh oh so long