Insomniacs making knives

Listen to them scraping after the last count

They are the ones I despise

Willing to kill but not to break out

We spent four months assembling tools

Two more trying to plan each step

woah to stake our lives to stake all we had left



Woah it won't be long till dawn



All we have to lose is lost

All we have to gain we'll take

Run just as soon as we get over the wall

Because this house was made to break



I'm hated by too many souls

one misstep and I'll be killed by my enemies

I've paid my debts down here in the cold

Now society must pay its debt to me