Many are living without knowing,
That there is no way to return.
They cry, they scratch,
They bite and they scream.
The only thing you'll find is
Rocks and blood and pain.
A cold tomb awaits your bones
To be desintegrated.
A long path of innocence,
Walking the shinning ways of light
Promises hallucinate,
Sensations well up to overflow,
Waiting impatienly for your lift,
To tramp to hell.
The day you escape, not listening to your mind,
It's because in your world, no illusions you will find.
Massive invasions of vile dealers.
Run! Escape! Don't ever look back!
You have to run! You've got to escape!
