Never give up yourself, free till the end
Self destruction and I’m in a dilemma whether
Prison tonight or will the prism divide
Subtle, dishonest with a license to go mad

Who’s standing in line
Years gone bending down

Why’d you look so pretty next to me?
Flickering in this city west of me
Swing sets and a fitting recipe
You bet you look so pretty next to me

Can I get a little optimism surround me?
It’s written in your books,
takes a minute to know me
Can I get a bigger pill to fiddle around with
Can I give a little bit of fuck?

You! Stand in a line
Free the wheels, I’m bearing down

Seeing this carnage all around me
All these lions trying to bring me down
I tried to make a sand dike
Always said I’ll make a sound
But maybe I’ve been disheartened
But what’s the point in trying to go on?

As well as,
What’s the point of a world in this state?
Cowards, they’re folding your hands
Why can’t you resist all this hate?
All this while I’m holding your hand

Wait there’s a town it’s called
A myriad of fallen crowns
They’re eating their salads down

Through all this chaos it’s nice to

See you get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son
Dont turn around now
Flee, you’ll get out son