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so you thought
that the Freak Kingdom was
not your type of place
and your incompatible normalcy

and then you decided
to give it all up
hit the road that leads out
into the promise of amnesic bliss

ha! you so wanted to see
the looks on their faces
when they found out you had
gone away, with no goodbyes, no tears

you'd wanted to look back over
your shoulder and find them calling
oh yes, you wanted to hear it,
if only to leave them in your wake

how long will it be
i hope, less than the man before you
before you see that there is nothing
to see on the road ahead

the mirage of your freedom
the sirens and their songs
of the fabled escape
of the thirst that can kill, but can never be killed

running away is so damn easy
until it becomes so unbelievably
hard, and the sights you wanted
to see, end up behind your back

you're a runaway
but you're no fugitive
nobody wants to bring you back
nobody cares if you're gone

it was all yours to lose
it was all yours to give up
or to throw away, into the quicksand
of irreversibility, of prodigality

you're no odysseus
listen to that little voice
inside your head, and turn back
if you don't, well, i'm here to count you down

once you turn your back on them
they'll tell themselves that it was good
riddance to rubbish that was once good
can you take that and live with it?

it's going to take all the running
you can do, just to stay where you
are now, and that means either
forgetting what you ever had, and won't ever have

or planting the seeds of your own
Freak Kingdom in the desolation
of the desert sands made by the bones
of those that withered to their demise

but, i'll tell you this
what if you have what it takes to make
an oasis of your dreams
that can pull them from their sad gardens

on the other side of the desert
he who runs away, has but two ways
to end, either to rue, or to rule
remember, shattering hearts make no sound

in the swirling, blinding, deafening
winds, but if the world's too small
for you, then you've to go farther
than the man you followed out here

either they'll pull you back
or you'll reel them in, think about it
and tell me how that sounds to you
running away forever, you've nowhere to run

this is the playground of your visions
dig in the heels, plant that flag
and dare the sun to strike you down
nobody remembers the faceless names in the sand

but if it's all going to end one way or the other,
you'd rather go out in a blaze of glory, flying high, shining bright

a supernova explosion it may be,
but might be a majestic volcanic burst too,
it might be the flight of icarus,
but what if you had wings of fire...?