The Great Escape - The Autumn Offering

Swallow your own scarred

Loss of inhibition

Substance over consequence

And you don’t mind

Kill your thoughts

Annihilate your senses

Accept involuntary intoxication

Well you see it all the time

And you can’t stop

Times a tickin, kill the clock

Propose a toast with me

To the ills of the world

Its all you need

Before its over

Sing this god damned song

One last time

One last time

One last time

One last fucking time, yeah

Last shot before last call

Chase my glare behind

Your bloodshot eyes

Its brighter than the hope

For a better tomorrow

Kill your thoughts

Annihilate the senses

Accept involuntary intoxicants