| 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. |