In this world as it keeps on turning
Like the rolls of an endless, lost tape,
We see all our shambles are burning
And we search for an endless escape.
We fight for our freedom and mercy
Held back by a king's blood-spattered cape,
Brawling for our grasses and calm seas,
And we search for an endless escape.
We don't want our lovers to see us
Hiding our fears and eyes in the nape
Of Cowardly's neck, making a fuss
As we search for an endless escape;
And we don't have merit, nor honor
To fix every hole hanging agape
'Cause in the end we know we're goners
Yet we search for an endless escape.
We submit, relinquish, but still try
Though we know there's no endless escape.
