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      Look to the day the Earth will shake   These weathered walls will fall away