Dial 555-Escape (Live At Sticky Fingers)

Could it be a new day?
Fear in me so deep
You push me out, I feel far
The absence, close to me
The otherside I crawl
You push me out, I fall

Heal my wounds with everything
Away you complicate me
Sick of cycles, drop to zero
A while just like last times
My least favourite re-run
Sick of cycles, I bounce in grey

Escape familiar home
Memories remains alone
Reality trapped inside
The wicked descend - I hide

Testing higher mentality
I conquer myself through this
A furious path to walk
New space does exist beyond
In silence I dwell
Displeased
Remain with the seed of unfulfilment