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 trust 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 hell in it's wake runs 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 monster, runs 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