Off the Grid
ANDREW WELCH, ANDREW ALBERT SCHWAB
My sentence is ending like this
I’ve been hacking and digging with a spoon and a shiv
Tunnelling inch by inch
My strategy hinges on the fact that you’ve missed
Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out
So long
Served my days, but now it’s coming around
So long
Confinement gives birth to reflection
I wish I could trade ill-fated decisions
My penance has earned these offences
I’m crawling my way to independence
Wait for moonlight
Time the searchlights
Lay in the shadows
Preparing for flight
My captors are convinced that I’m pinned
Down in dependence on the system that fostered
An institution of thieves
But I live to see
The shock on their faces when my cell is empty