Escape - 86 Mentality

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

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