The Great Escape - COMA

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