Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free

A contradictive palette
a straying crayon
this color does not belong
between these lines
Born wrong
from the get go
burdened with a
particular kind of mind

Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free

Strong moral compass
and brutal conscience
my coloring book is upside down
I'd set fire if I could
to these pages
but when they burn
I'll probably not be around

Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free

Free me from this colored book
if only once I'm gone
I must escape this crayon box
if only for this song
This brutal conscience
dark eyed beast
does not relent
burn me
free me
this is my last will and testament
burn me free me this is my
last will and testament
burn me free me this is my
last will and testament