The Great Escape

Swallow your own scarred lose of inhibition

Substance over consequence and you don't mind

Kill your thoughts

Annihilate your senses

Accept involuntary intoxication

Well you see it all the time

And you cant stop

Times a tickin, kill the clock

Propose a toast with me to the ills of the world

Its all you need

Before its over sing this god damned song

One last time

One last time

One last time

One last fucking time, yeah

Last shot before last call

Chase my glare behind your bloodshot eyes

Its brighter than the hope for a better tomorrow

Kill your thoughts

Annihilate the senses

Accept involuntary intoxicants