insomniacs making knives
  listen to them scraping after the last count
  they are the ones i despise
  willing to kill but not to break out
  we spent four months assembling tools
  two more trying to plan each step
  woah to stake our lives to stake all we had left
    woah it won't be long till dawn
    all we have to lose is lost
  all we have to gain we'll take
  run just as soon as we get over the wall
  becaseu this house was made to break
    i'm hated by too many souls
  one misstep and i'll be killed by my enemies
  i've paid my debts down here in the cold
  now society must pay its debt to me