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Our Escape

by Our Escape

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1.
Stolen Desire Am I the only one who feels like a ghost Forgotten past bleeds out itself into another host So what becomes of us, I guess one day weʼll know. My friend we're on our own... so wake the fuck up And tear it down, hear the sound. Synthetic fears hold the crown. Merciful reality Is just a lullaby to help us sleep I'd rather crack my teeth on the pearls of truth, than choke on the lies fed by silver spoons. I'd rather see in a world on fire, than lay blind asleep while we burn to our stolen desire. Cultures lost, shrug em off Fall on faith to replace your unpleasant thoughts. Real is less, and more is best Kill conscience and let hunger do the rest I'd rather crack my teeth on the pearls of truth, than choke on the lies fed by silver spoons. I'd rather see in a world on fire, than lay blind asleep while we burn to our stolen desire. What is left? Are we the end? What is left? Are we the end? While pass privileges define our past, we lay to rest our hearts with broken glass As time grinds our bones into sand we'll be remembered by the days that slipped our hands. While pass privileges define our past, we lay to rest our hearts with broken glass As time grinds our bones into sand we'll be remembered by the days that slipped our hands. Iʼd rather crack my teeth than choke on the lies Iʼd rather see the fire than lay blind asleep
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Tourniquets 04:20
Tourniquets Enjoy the break Enjoy the show Warm candle light mistaken from Fires glow Satiate the yearn Medicate the hurt Simple prayers and pills Tourniquets for souls You can pretend youʼre all alone Your disease is all your own Medicate your mind from the guilt Train your heart to plead the fifth Why rattle a cage made of gold Your indifference is your methadone You can keep your head down to the screen Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history. Cheer on the violence At your convenience No time for patience only Judgment for weakness Tuck in the hate Ignore the burn Isolate reality Tourniquets for souls You can pretend youʼre all alone Your disease is all your own Medicate your mind from the guilt Train your heart to plead the fifth Why rattle a cage made of gold Your indifference is your methadone You can keep your head down to the screen Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history. Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets Release! Why rattle a cage made of gold Your indifference is your methadone You can keep your head down to the screen Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history.
3.
Do As Youʼre Sold Tip toe through the broken glass We never knew we were under attack Starving minds were never fed Hypnotized by Golden bets God help us! We love our stars But we never look to the sky We trade our hearts for a beautiful lie Watch your step on the broken ledge We never saw the growing threat Prophets made to lead the Frey Get in line for your specious cage No way out! We love our stars But we never look to the sky We trade our hearts for a beautiful lie No need to hide when you have the perfect disguise Small steps go back and forth Circle back to the starting line What becomes of a faceless ghost Tall tales lost in the dust Blind to your only home Mistakes made but never known
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3 Steps Back 04:10
Three Steps Back Something doesnʼt quite feel right With every passing day seems we go back in time In secret fields, crosses reignite Ignored whistle blows as age old hatred grows Two steps forward three steps back Too late now, youʼre under attack Will you fight or walk away Bow your head in your custom cage Two steps forward three steps back Too late now, weʼre under attack Will we fight or walk away Ignore the cries of broken dreams I gotta scream! To feel a thing! These primal cries! Show Iʼm alive! Something doesnʼt quite seem right Weʼre told who to blame to distract our common pain So whatʼs the price of being right? The burden of truth will stay despite your divided game Two steps forward three steps back Too late now, youʼre under attack Will you fight or walk away Bow your head in your custom cage Two steps forward three steps back Too late now, weʼre under attack Will we fight or walk away Ignore the cries of broken dreams I gotta scream! To feel a thing! These primal cries! Show Iʼm alive! Are you alive! Are you alive! Are you alive! Are you alive! Tick tock goes the clock just ignore the bell Look away, turn away, anything to dispel The waking hour has nothing to own I digress,.....youʼll digress Tick tock goes the clock just ignore the bell Look away, turn away, anything to dispel The waking hour has nothing to own I digress,.....youʼll digress I gotta scream! To feel a thing!
5.
Look Out! 03:14
Look Out! The task at hand my friend is eternal bliss Dare bite the hand that feeds yeah donʼt resist Join the common voice or join the Holy Ghost Every mean has an end with a bit of force I canʼt believe weʼre seeing the fucking day We turned our backs to hope and walk away Itʼs time to grab the mirror and see the truth Itʼs time to grab the knife and cut the noose! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Godʼs crusade has come to play Youʼre gonna learn to obey (Look out! Look out!) If he wonʼt strike you down Holy men will bear the burden of his crown . I canʼt believe weʼre seeing the fucking day We turned our backs to hope and walk away Itʼs time to grab the mirror and see the truth Itʼs time to grab the knife and cut the noose! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force! Religious task force will use their force!
6.
Golden Gods 03:18
Golden Gods: Beat the war drum to the sound of greed Cycled rhythms on repeat As mad men feast on the cries of sorrow Grows the hunger within!...ferno! Get me out of this forsaken place All our Golden Gods have wasted On monsters theyʼve created Sharpened knives stuck inside our backs No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path! Dreams were made to bury, no thinking While they grow for the taking Complacent hands have been far too clean The time has come to dig The time has come to dig Get me out of this forsaken place All our Golden Gods have wasted On monsters theyʼve created Sharpened knives stuck inside our backs No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path! Addicts and hypocrites (x12) Chorus: Get me out of this forsaken place All our Golden Gods have wasted On monsters theyʼve created Sharpest knives stuck inside our backs No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path! Yeah your concrete path
7.
Bed Of Snakes I canʼt breathe I canʼt sleep I canʼt eat a fuckin thing I canʼt speak Thereʼs no break No room in a bed of snakes Yeah theyʼll shed their skin for a glimpse of your bones While your head was down (your head was down) Turncoats only know what theyʼre told Now your sold Never mind the whistle blow the truthʼs been told Defeated statistic Another broken man Loose change byproducts of an age old master plan Sisters and brothers Embraced by tired hands Remembered only by meager photographs So what now What to do Is this the end for me and you Are you mad? Are you ok? Or just asleep in a bed of snakes Yeah theyʼll shed their skin for a glimpse of your bones While your head was down your head was down Turncoats only know what theyʼre told Now your sold Never mind the whistle blow the truthʼs been told Defeated statistic Another broken man Loose change byproducts of an age old master plan Sisters and brothers Embraced by tired hands Remembered only by meager photographs The saints go marching in again To wash away the sins Words of youth burned to the ground Now we all see red The saints go marching in again To wash away the sins Words of youth burned to the ground Now we all see red

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released October 10, 2019

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Our Escape Orlando, Florida

Our Escape is a punk/hardcore trio from Orlando, Florida. The band was founded in 2018 by members Mark Neville and Zach Waite (both formerly of Yellow Day Union) and Brian Jett (Effit, 69 Fingers).

Our Escape released their self-titled debut album on October 10, 2019, published through Havoc Underground.
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