it's the great escape
and is it any wonder
it's the same mistake
that kept him under
and how many more storms will he bring?
there are so many ways to tarnish a beautiful thing

lay your head
down as it is spinning
from dread to dread
say, now you aren't you are living
there are no screams, there are no flags to raise,
only whispers from demons you slowly created
and falling fast behind the fallen idol are the pieces
of the lies
that neither spit or sweat or glue could keep forever
firm to your side

and yes somewhere there is another world to crash
where [bad word] lies innocently waiting with the trash

it's the great escape
and is it any wonder
it's the same mistake
that kept him under
and how many more storms will he bring?
there are so many ways to tarnish a beautiful thing

well hello my love
I stand corrected
and heavens above
from all harm I’m protected
feel the wrath of the wreck with no visible evidence
only dead eyes and blackened heart by life’s ignored
lessons
and entrenched in a limbo that leaves [bad word] in it's [bad word] an empty soul no longer with the ability to
recognize heavens gate

but what will he do when there are no more worlds to
crash?
because he's chosen and the choices are forever
attached

the liquor cabinets dry and the street corners empty
and no one to blame within shouting distance
he turns to face it all in dark grocery store windows
and the figure it presents grows bigger and bigger
where once in his reflection showed a bit of mom and
dad
a small town boy, who every night "our father" he said
see's a [bad word] fast, in every direction
but nowhere is no home when the monster waits in your
bed

it's the great escape
and is it any wonder
it's the same mistake
that kept him under
and how many more storms will he bring?
there are so many ways to tarnish a beautiful thing