Текст: Thrice. Vheissu. The Earth Will Shake.

We dream of ways to break these iron bars
We dream of black nights without moon or stars
We dream of tunnels and of sleeping guards
We dream of black outs in the prison yard

Rock broke and we found
(Look in the ground)
Working to the sound
(The whistle blows)
Every time we pry
(No one responds)
Evidence of Life
(Beyond these Walls)
Born and bred
(in this machine)
Wardens tread
(to steal our strength)
We all try
(To reconcile)
We all like
(the way it was before)

We dream of jailers throwing down their arms
We dream of open gates and no alarms

Look to the day the Earth Will Shake,
These weathered walls will fall away.