Time Served

hold up the firing line hold steady on the trigger's time walk away counting backwards from nine holdin' his breath so to start his own dying [CHORUS:] time served to the ones that left you here no people here, only names soon to be put to numbers so it's one and the same it's anyone's game as long as the fire flickers the throat stickers, they place their bet the trouble is that no one's added it up quite yet cause when they do, when they do it'll be a riot and the wire is down hold up for the fury to sound hold up you head from the ground or they'll keep you on it your time's served to the one's that left you here from tower to wall to guard to guard to wall ever ready for th fire to fall the confiners haven't seen the sun since the lifers let got of their irrelevent innocence but long before a single round was shot word was spread from block to block to cell block they're going to take him and make an example of him for the escapees to fear the incoming of the incoming of the gun oncoming of the year you either die on the inside or trying to get out the choice is yours, the choice is here