The Great Escape

Swallow your own scarred
Loss 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 can’t 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