Hold up the firing line

Hold up the fire

Walk away counting backwards from nine

Hold up the firing line

Hold steady on the trigger this time

Walk away counting backwards from nine

Holdin' his breath so to start his own dying

Time, 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

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 your head from the ground

Or they'll keep you on it

Your time, time served

To the ones that left you here

From tower to wall to guard to guard to wall

Ever ready for the fire to fall

The confinees haven't seen the sun since

The lifers let go of their irrelevant innocence

But long before a single round was shot

Word spread from block to block to cell block

They're gonna take him

And make an example of him for the escapees to fear

The incoming of the

Incoming of the gun, oncoming another year

You either die on the inside or trying to get out

The choice is yours, the choice is here

Time served

To the ones that left you here

Time served

To the ones that left you here