Burden Of A Day - 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