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