Great Escape

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