Rising Tide

Put my shoes on, comb my hair, grab my bags and I escape
Through a portal in the basement where all those fairytales are made
Magic beans instead of armour, cats in hats instead of snakes
And that’s all I need
No false witeness or entitlement and no liars or no thieves
Just the sun, the moon, the sky and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen
If I’m dreaming please don’t wake me
If I’m dead I’ve made my break, for the rising tide of rage, rising tide of rage
The fighting will go on, a heart of break
The calm before the storm, the tide of rage
Stop before we start, the fighting will go on
I dug a tunnel to the afterworld where the children lock those gates
So I watched the oceans rising from a rusted fire escape
The fighting will go on, a heart of break
The calm before the storm, the tide of rage
Stop before we start, the fighting will go on
The fighting will go on…