The Escape Songtext
In reflection of what this path has led to...
Arranging the pieces to fit...
It makes perfect sense that the picture is flawed.
From the constant pressure and weight upon the mold:
Emotion grows cold, patience grows old.
Undeniable that something has got to give.

We need an escape.
The poor do breathe.
We're forever looking up,
(while) they're forever holding out on us.
This route has to end somewhere.

Not a moments rest for the wounded,
when luck is never present at your side.
When I'm unraveling, why do you hide?
On the brink of understanding can help to pull it through.
The old becomes new,
this always stays true in this circle of life.
Something has got to give.

We need an escape.
The poor do breathe.
We're forever looking up,
(while) they're forever holding out on us.
This route has to end somewhere.

This is the only way out...
Watch as I fly.
You know so.

We're forever looking up,
(while) they're forever holding out on us.
This route has to end somewhere.