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Escape
Tension building in this hurricane,
Pushing me to places hidden,
Riding sightless, fighting through the pain,
Tear out my soul, it's been forbidden.
Loose the pleasure from my fingertips,
Replace with venom from my smile,
Drop the drug, taking no more hits,
Taste is sour and perfume vile.
Cunning traitors attack from inside out,
Secret plans to blow this dance away,
Watch it fade, begins the dread and doubt,
Promise lost of the better day.
Turning in circles in a whirlwind of dust,
Blinding my eyes, no more time to win this race,
Last surrender burnt in sympathy of trust,
Go against the storm, etching maps across my face.
Righteous shudder as the the whistling wind draws in,
Taking with it this lost soul of mine,
Mocking, they patronise my sin,
Stamped under foot, no longer to shine.
Shall I go to no mans land, wait for u up on weary hill?
Ruined is my blessed plan, come with me, dance if u will.
Siren singing, pointing fingers, the truth of us lie in her song.
Crystal clear, corroded thinking,
Beats the drum, our path is long.
Obscure image of the fountain,
Washing, cleansing, purest gold,
Make a new path up this mountain,
Sceptics watch our dream unfold.
Battered landscapes in the distance,
Reaching up to unknown fate,
Dying hearts that cause resistance,
Forged a penny to pass this gate.
Piercing came our battle cry,
As we fought to free disgrace,
Envy, hatred lay down and die,
Wipe their torment from off our face.
Eager hunger, painless numb,
Life begins from lonely hour,
Hear me calling to you 'Come',
Flesh with mind and soul devour.
Pushing me to places hidden,
Riding sightless, fighting through the pain,
Tear out my soul, it's been forbidden.
Loose the pleasure from my fingertips,
Replace with venom from my smile,
Drop the drug, taking no more hits,
Taste is sour and perfume vile.
Cunning traitors attack from inside out,
Secret plans to blow this dance away,
Watch it fade, begins the dread and doubt,
Promise lost of the better day.
Turning in circles in a whirlwind of dust,
Blinding my eyes, no more time to win this race,
Last surrender burnt in sympathy of trust,
Go against the storm, etching maps across my face.
Righteous shudder as the the whistling wind draws in,
Taking with it this lost soul of mine,
Mocking, they patronise my sin,
Stamped under foot, no longer to shine.
Shall I go to no mans land, wait for u up on weary hill?
Ruined is my blessed plan, come with me, dance if u will.
Siren singing, pointing fingers, the truth of us lie in her song.
Crystal clear, corroded thinking,
Beats the drum, our path is long.
Obscure image of the fountain,
Washing, cleansing, purest gold,
Make a new path up this mountain,
Sceptics watch our dream unfold.
Battered landscapes in the distance,
Reaching up to unknown fate,
Dying hearts that cause resistance,
Forged a penny to pass this gate.
Piercing came our battle cry,
As we fought to free disgrace,
Envy, hatred lay down and die,
Wipe their torment from off our face.
Eager hunger, painless numb,
Life begins from lonely hour,
Hear me calling to you 'Come',
Flesh with mind and soul devour.
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