The Great Escape
GEORG CONRAD, MARIUS BUBAT
Can I pray more than you
We are brothers
I've been digging all night long
We have our home on run down highway
We are the barricade united in fear
Blackest piece of mind
I'm guilty that's all right
Blackest piece of day you got the soul
Got the soul i'm Pissing
And I'm looking at you fighting
But Who cares about that except you
Time is the digger inside your soul
Who sometimes barking like your dog
Out of sight i got my mask
Be my companion on our escape
You got the soul hold your soul
I'm the painter i have a number
Rely on you you are my predator
Projector i'm a trinket, ticket
That's why you blind
Show me something that I can't find
Inside myself i'm looking for
Can't deny and I won't pay for you anymore