| Loaded like a patient gun
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| Staring southeast, the ever present buzz
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| «Hey barkeep, one last drink to persuade me away»
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| It’s decisions, decisions that haunt the early day
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| Looking to justify slept away days stayed awake nights
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| But could one good deed exterminate my miscreant ways
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| Dismissing caution counting the lives at stake
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| No nerve to write too late to call
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| Hell, a seven hours drive to freedom don’t sound that far
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| Fueled by single malts and amphetamines, propelling me
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| Well i bet I, I can drive all night
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| How to Escape? |
| Escape
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| Looking for some sign from above
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| No speed limits no insurance just like love
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| And the boy I used to be, I can only pray she recognizes me
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| In this decrepit form of man i presume to be
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| Cast out in cold form steel
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| My brain is weary, my eyes are lurching, my soul distorted
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| Just cling to this wheel
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| But if I could take her hands again
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| Force myself to confess every sin
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| For this I’d scream into the night
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| How to Escape? |
| And change your ways
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| Fleeing the prison I once called a home |
| If you find me there I’m just another clone
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| The pain, the joy, the hate, and the strife
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| Show you How to Escape from this life |