Escape

ESCAPE
There is a party in my house.
Graffiti attaches itself to the walls while the screams of sex and music roar,
the television is smashed and I think I'm gunna smash it some more. 
Bottles are broken as strangers meet me at the door.
Blood is spilt and I hope it's mine, not yours.
The room is an artwork, paint and minds and wars.
And there I sit, silent, ears against the speaker, begging the DJ for one more encore. 
There is a party in my house, the whole neighborhood cannot be blind to.
There is a party in my house, and I'm sorry officer, but I think it's in my mind too.
There is a God in the sky.
Is it bad that I want to become it?
Not for the power, the worship, the envy.
But there is a control I want to covet.
And this world is on strings, but I am not a puppet.
And they tell me this is the light at the end of the tunnel,
but I do not trust it.
The world has made a villain out of itself, I wish to go beyond it.
Because I need an answer, and it is not within my knowledge.
There is a God in the sky, and I need him.
And I want to transform, I want to believe him.
There is a God in the sky, and I want his powers badly,
But here i sit, just a human, sadly. 
There is a fire in the clouds, and I think it is spreading.
It is unlimited, I don't see it ever ending.
These clouds evolve, but they are not reality, there is no bending.
And if I can grasp the burn, maybe that will mean I am ascending. 
There is a fire in the sky, and I hope that means the world is at its last straw,
There is a fire in the sky, and I need to escape it.
Maybe this fire will be my last brawl.
There is a party in my house, yet I can only hear the mouse.
There is a God in the sky, and beauty is not a dead word so let's revive.
There is a fire in the clouds, and I rather be there than in this fucking house.
My party is my pain, my God is my opportunity to have it slain, and shit,
This fire may just be my only... escape.