I’m pacing ’round in circles
You’d think I was a vulture
Preying on the crumbs left on the floor
I’m scratching the walls until my hands
Turn into stubs
There is nothing left for me here
Escape. Escape
This place of blood and yellow tape
Escape. Escape
Before it’s too late
Oh, shit
Everyday I’m wasting away in the mirror
No hope, just slop and swill
Dragged down by my dregs of failure
A never-was, never-is, never-will
Burned bridges and a map of dead ends
Transients who will never transcend
Goddammit, I’m crying out for help
Dreams paralyzed and left on the shelf
Wearing Death Incarnate’s cheap perfume
I’m lost in my own cage
A novel; scribbled on every page
“You will die alone”
Escape. Escape
This place of blood and yellow tape
Escape
Before it’s too late
Oh, shit
Everyday I’m wasting away in the mirror
No hope, just slop and swill
Dragged down by my dregs of failure
A never-was, never-is, never-will
Burned bridges and a map of dead ends
Transients who will never transcend
Rejoice in disgust
All alone. All alone in molded homes
of black dust and bone
All alone. All alone in molded homes
of regret and stone
All alone with the discards that were thrown
On the floor with the needles, cum, blood, and bone
Escape. Escape
This place of blood and yellow tape
Escape. Escape
Before it’s too late
Oh, shit
Everyday I’m wasting away in the mirror
No hope, just slop and swill
Dragged down by my dregs of failure
A never-was, never-is, never-will
Burned bridges and a map of dead ends
Transients who will never
Transcend their own past