Woorden: 86 Mentality. Escape.

Razorblades turning in my head
dive into a bottle cuz the walls are turning red
trapped in a hell, i got nothing inside
scowling at the world thorugh these bloodshot eyes
the walls are closing in, i'm running out of time
demons in my head, rip out my fucking mind
rotting away in this misery
gotta escape, this life ain't for me
(chorus)
escape this dead end life
escape the hate and strife
escape this fucking life
gotta escape, gotta escape
waht's the fucking point, why should i go on
day after day, still sick in the head
no one to trust and the walls are still red
keeps getting worse i tell you i'm alright
blacked out drunk, every night after night
rotting away in this misery
gotta escape, this life ain't for me
(chorus)