Here in this still frame
A kinship of hope
A prayer in line waiting for the rope
Self inflicted
Fate plays her hand
And Father Time has his way
My liquored hands punch this floor blind
I’ve seen the weight of your crown suffocate outright
As you Gospel spit hellfire in Logan Square
Here in this still frame
A casualty of self indulgent sleep
Never-ending
A snap shot of your luxury
Escape seems just too damn easy
Escape seems too easy
(Chorus Repeat x2)
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