Escape

everything’s asunder
the world’s gone whack
toxicity keeps swinging
i keep swinging back

someday soon
it won’t be long
in the big scheme of things
i’ll be gone

gone from this insanity
gone from this disgrace
i’ll simply disappear
you’ll no longer see my face

as fast as a bullet
as sharp as a blade
it won’t be long
before i make my escape

you’ll wake up one morning
i’ll be missing
if it takes you by surprise
you weren’t listening

i’ll be on some lazy river
or in a boat on the sea
or a train on the prairie
anywhere that’s free

from the chaos and confusion
the drama and the drudge
i could stop Hydroxurea
let my blood turn to sludge

but i have better plans
to reap what i create
in the greater scheme of things
(I)’ll make my escape