Off The Grid

My sentence is ending like this
The hacking and digging with a spoon and a shiv
Tunneling inch by inch
My strategy hinges on the fact that you've missed

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out
Oh, oh, so long
Served my days, but now it's coming round
Oh, oh, so long

Confinement gives birth to reflections
I wish I could trade ill-fated decisions
My penance has earned these offenses
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 it's coming round
Oh, oh, so long

(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
(Time, time, time, time, time)
(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
(Time, time, time, time, time)

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 their faces when my cell is empty

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out
Oh, oh, so long
Served my days, but now it's coming round
Oh, oh, so long

Too long coming locked down I'm breaking out
Oh, oh, so long
Served my days, but now it's coming round
Oh, oh, so long
Oh, oh, so long