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