作曲 : Carrabba Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night Oh yeah, I don't think I'll be held Inside an ordinary cell Am I the escape or Am I the escape artist? I know, I know it's just a Question of details Or one of denial Could all of this trip wire Cut so easy? We'll just see Cut the alarm before the Motion sets off its sensors We move in silence now We guard our secrets with our lives We cover our tracks so we are Protected from surveillance We move in silence now We lead ourselves into the fight Into the fight, into the fight Into the fight, into the fight Into the fight, into the fight And all the saints will rise again As sons of wealthy men Tear the whole world down before our eyes And all the signs we should have read While we ignored the dead Will haunt us long after the last of us has died Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night
作曲 : Carrabba Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night Oh yeah, I don't think I'll be held Inside an ordinary cell Am I the escape or Am I the escape artist? I know, I know it's just a Question of details Or one of denial Could all of this trip wire Cut so easy? We'll just see Cut the alarm before the Motion sets off its sensors We move in silence now We guard our secrets with our lives We cover our tracks so we are Protected from surveillance We move in silence now We lead ourselves into the fight Into the fight, into the fight Into the fight, into the fight Into the fight, into the fight And all the saints will rise again As sons of wealthy men Tear the whole world down before our eyes And all the signs we should have read While we ignored the dead Will haunt us long after the last of us has died Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night
