Escape

Escape

In the cities and the towns that I flee from
The blue lights stain and the electricity droans.
A colored box is the comfort down there for most.
And here I am like some sad radio ghost.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?

So I'm going Kerouac on everybody's ass
Walking every where I go, making strangers with a glance.
Cause friends are too expensive and boy they expect a lot.
Disappointed to many and so many more I've forgot.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?

I believe that Judas had God on his side.
But I don't believe in God so why am I trying to hide?
The Devil is my only friend but I don't believe in him neither.
These imaginary demons are becoming nothing but my ether.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?