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 aetist
I know, I know
It's just a question of details
Mama, denial
Could all this trip-wire cut so easy
We'll just see
Cut me a long before the
Motion sense off its sensors
We move in silence now
We got our secrets with our lives
Cover our teacks so we are
Proctected from surveilance
We move in silence now.
We lead ourselves into the fires
Into the fire, into the fire, into the fires...
And all the saints will rise again
The sons of wealthy men
Tear the whole world down before our lives.
And all the signs we should have read
But we ignored,
Will hunt 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
