Dead ringer is dancing, holding his bow.
The baby is laughing, her feet dripping into a glow.
I stand between them, saying “why do you smile like that?”
For all we know, we’re just composed of dollar signs, stack upon corporate stacks.
You did me a service when you said that I should go.
The walls close beneath us, can’t you feel the air escape through your throat.
I only wanted to show them how much it means to me
to escape from the past with my soul intact, free to run and grit my teeth.

Hand in hand, rip the bandages off, set ourselves free.
Run and never look back on the siren song of mediocrity.
Hand in hand, rip the bandages off, set ourselves free.
Run and never look back on the siren song of mediocrity.

The winds carry a promise with their fingers tied behind their backs.
But the night is more honest, will not quaver, will give you the cold hard facts.
In cat vs. mouse, I’d rather be the bird in the end:
I’ll fly up through the trees, watch the whole damn scene, and before nightfall I’ll have fled.
I have one hand in the desert and one hand in the sea,
whichever one clears out first is where you’ll fine me.
So call him a coward who escapes to be free,
but we must escape to forge a new colony for those to brave to flee the ones who are beyond saving.

Rip the bandages off, set ourselves free.
Run and never look back on the siren song of mediocrity.
Hand in hand, rip the bandages off, set ourselves free.
Run and never look back on the siren song of mediocrity.

Oh please sing a song, please sing along.
Sing we are right and they are wrong.
Why don’t we join and run away,
leave the wrong to dig their own graves.
Trial by fire or trial subdued,
either way I get my money and I’ll spend it all on you.
Why don’t we join and run away,
leave the wrong to dig their own graves.