Wood and Wire - Thrice

Fourteen years behind these bars

In twelve-foot square of cold cement

I’ve lost nearly everything

For a crime of which I’m innocent

But all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain

While the weight of an endless glory still remains to me

A dead man walking down the hall

To meet a mess of wood and wire

They lead me where men fear to tread

But towards the thing I most desire

For all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain

While the weight of an endless glory still remains

So throw the switch, son, I know you ain’t got a choice

The dawn is coming, all is well, I will rejoice