Seven months in the making... making only organized crime
We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore
Another turning point in time tonight when the lights go out
"Shotgun Freedom"' is what the say im about
what im about wont matter when I walk out the door
familiar faces put on dolls, fashioned raincoats and handmade tools
when the evenings ending...
I'm still standing tall! Surrounded but these loopholed walls
Any minute I'll begin a ticking time bomb till I run
Once we're gone, at the sight of the lights out nightfall shades the sun
We'll put together said and done
Seven months led the breaking... breaking only rules that apply
in this prison labeled unable to abort
A reputation redefined tonight at the darkest hour
when the three of us are missing, one is missing out
he gave little time to a job that needed more
familiar faces put on dolls, fashioned raincoats and handmade tools
when the evenings ending...
Lights out now its half past nine, up a 30 ft corridor three men climb
It should have been four, but one man is left behind
crawl from the rooftop down to the northern end, through the thickest fog to the waters edge
for the thrilling ride to be never seen again
Whistles blow on the morning at the sight of a break, 3 empty cells with only decoy faces
of the ones now known to the other side of the bay
Victim's lost and drown, or so they say... only "presumed dead" but the deadliest way
for you to keep your life is let it seem to slip away...
I'm still standing tall! Surrounded by these loopholed walls
from beginning to the end a ticking time bomb on the run
Now we're gone. At the sight of the lights out now fall shades the sun
We'll put together said and done
Once and for all, surrendered were the broke down walls
I can't thank them enough for the pleasure of growing old.
We'll move on in a long lived story that everyone will know
but the ending's left untold... but the ending's left untold
