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Hold up the firing line |
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Hold steady on the trigger's time |
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Walk away counting backwards from nine |
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Holdin' his breath so to start his own dying |
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Time, time served |
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To the ones that left you here |
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No people here, only names |
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Soon to be put to numbers, so it's one and the same |
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It's anyone's game as long as the fire flickers |
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The throat stickers, they place their bet |
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The trouble is that no one's added it up quite yet |
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'Cause when they do, when they do, when they do, when they do it'll be a |
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Riot and the wire is down |
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Hold up for the fury to sound |
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Hold up your head from the ground |
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Or they'll keep you on it |
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Your time, time's served |
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To the ones that left you here |
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From tower to wall to guard to guard to wall |
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Ever ready for the fire to fall |
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The confiners haven't seen the sun since |
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The lifers let go of their irrelevant innocence |
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But long before a single round was shot |
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Word spread from block to block to cell block |
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They're going to take him |
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And make an example of him for the escapees to fear |
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The incoming of the, the incoming of the gun |
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Oncoming another year |
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You either die on the inside or trying to get out |
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The choice is yours, the choice is here |
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Your time, time's served |
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To the ones that left you here |
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Your time, time's served |
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To the ones that left you here |
