Put my shoes on, comb my hair, grab my bags and I escape Through a portal in the basement where all those fairytales are made Magic beans instead of armour, cats in hats instead of snakes And that's all I need No false witeness or entitlement and no liars or no thieves Just the sun, the moon, the sky and the bluest blue you've ever seen If I'm dreaming please don't wake me If I'm dead I've made my break, for the rising tide of rage, rising tide of rage The fighting will go on, a heart of break The calm before the storm, the tide of rage Stop before we start, the fighting will go on I dug a tunnel to the afterworld where the children lock those gates So I watched the oceans rising from a rusted fire escape The fighting will go on, a heart of break The calm before the storm, the tide of rage Stop before we start, the fighting will go on The fighting will go on...