Sound of Guns - Alcatraz

I've got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was seduced by the traumas
The funeral mourners would whisper in line

I' ve got to give it to you for breaking out of the seasons
I was cohearsed by a nightmare
where every knife turned away on a breeze
You walk away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

I've got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers
while I cant sleep from the gunshots
And every pin drop I hear on the wind
I've got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was restrained by the warders
patrolling the borders behind of my eyes

You walk away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all
You walk away don't walk away
Cos all these things won't matter now