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Slip out the back before those
Handlers get to 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
And 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

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
Slip out the back before those   Handlers get to 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   And 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      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