Escapism As An Art Form

Here we go! Would you paint me something pretty This bloodstained canvas wreaks of failure Colors are smeared by turpentine Grasping to every written word you've ever said Toy soldiers We're guided by children's hands Running faster Faster, faster We're ticking time bombs counting down and setting to explode Bursting forward So misguided I'm sorry dear Won't you dry your crying eyes tonight? Before this happened we were hidden still Deep in conversations with ourselves Would you take me someplace beautiful, beautiful? So distinct I won't come back I won't ask for more Running faster Faster, faster We're ticking time bombs counting down and setting to explode Bursting forward So misguided I'm sorry dear Won't you dry your crying eyes tonight? Our last request Our last request This is our last request It's all that we've been living for This is our last request It's all that we've been living for And this will be our cry We'll run until we die Until we die Body bleeding Bruised and beaten Still we cry We'll run until we die Until we die