In the prison, I'll sit and wait,
And find a way to release my hate.
In solitary confinement, I'm trying to fight
For the freedom I long for every day of every night.
With every day passing me by and by,
All I could do was cry.
But now I'm starving to find my freedom;
With odds so hard, how can I beat 'em.
So with my spoon and fork, I've started to dig; I'll dig
until I'm free.
The objects that helped imprison me will finally set me
free.
