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 escapE

Run away from stress
Try to stay quite alone
get off my heart all the bitches
Being cold as a stone

Someone’s inside my head
Blows up an emerald ball
he doens t know I got resisted instead
Whatever is waiting ahead

I try to escape the stress
Still being quite alone
take my pseudo-Fender guitar
giving up a psychedelic song

Maybe something wrong today
I even don’t know what’s up here and there
I don’t want to know what’s going on
ain't is mine, so I don't fucking care

 I escape from stress
Feel me like a 13 years teen
Drink cup of cold Turkish coffee
And inspire into lungs nicotine

Black holed souls cried out blind eyes
fighting for a place under eclipsed sun
I welcome all of my friends to join the party
to my claustrofobic paradise

And nothing’s  really wrong is day as a day
doesn’t really matter what’s going up there
I just want to know who show me the way
I will escape the stress of the day if I dare