The fences, the wire, the dress code on the wall
The transfers, the searches, the bullshit they paint in the hall
And the walls that hold you in
Are just a million ashes waiting for release
We'll shake the gates of hell until you're free

The phone calls, the hearings:
I hear the public defender's alright
The bailiffs, the judges:
Shareholders getting paid tonight
Just so many ashes waiting for release
Make up the walls of a prison cell
We're storming heaven, or we're raising hell