Abney Park Your Escape
The sun drops low
Stains the sky a bloody red
And the wind begins to blow
And the day is dead
Your facade is shed
Your armor's on the ground
You become the real you for once
And you long to hear the sound
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
This is you after hours
Fishnets torn, eyeliner smudged
You smell of sweat and bottled flowers
You're immune to being judged
So you tromp down the cobbled streets
Hear a pulsing, muffled sound
And you burst through the crowded entryway
Your escape has now been found!
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
Paint peeling on blackened walls
As you tread through the liquor spilled
It's your darkened sanctuary
And the air is heavily filled
Strobes show snapshots of your friends
Bare shoulders, naked smiles
Jumping, spinning, writhing pulls
You out of all your days of trials!
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
Found your escape
Feel the ground shake
Shed the daytime
Feel your pulse climb!
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