Those voices had left
Like a thief in the night
Theyd stolen my freedom    
Theyd taken my rights

They tried to get away
Yeah they thought they were bright  
Till I locked them in a box and turned off the light
A pool of black surrounds this box          
Bombs, grenades, and lots of locks
They sit and bicker and argue too
Till I turned up the heat and the whole box
Blew....