Escape

When the world takes off its ugly plastic bags
You won't mind at all
Feeling perfect with your beer in your hand
In the joy that you see
Ugly stench in the air

So you think you're special
But you're so boring
So you think you're something special
But you're so boring

Another night, another dawn without any reason to be
Phony whore, feeling perfectly
Take your mother out
Give her something to dream
Show her how to feel
Flee from the world, flee from the truth
Flee from all you see

So you think you're fucking special
But you're so boring
So you think you're something special
But you suffer like the rest, like the rest

You've got a perfect body, perfect soul, another drunken night
What, what is wrong, i have no control
Take he up, take her out and give her something to smoke
So she could breathe, so she could see
Take her out
Forget, forget all you see, flee from your feelings

So you think you're the best
But you suffer like the rest, like the rest
So you think you're the best
But you're dying like the rest, like the rest

Fuck you, you bitch