[00:15.27]My alter-ego, he's an escape artist,
[00:19.10]He's only truly happy when he's under arrest
[00:23.04]Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
[00:26.95]He's only truly happy at the precipice
[00:30.72]He's like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
[00:34.70]A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
[00:38.53]I can't escape the chair, I'm etherized with fear
[00:42.57]That my only talent is in hanging here.
[00:46.26]But then it's
[00:47.32]Hey boy, I've got your man he's right here
[00:52.87]Putty in my hands
[00:55.03]Ice cream and sweets,
[00:56.59]Coming in the sheets
[00:58.47]He got no excuse to leave.
[01:02.11]But in the real world, an intertidal cave,
[01:06.14]I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
[01:10.13]I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
[01:13.97]I'm feeling hard and hollow like paper mache.
[01:17.86]My alter ego. he's in a jailer's cage
[01:21.76]He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
[01:25.65]I'm sorry pastor, I can't be pasteurized.
[01:29.64]All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.
[01:33.47]At every clock strike, he hears the jailer's keys
[01:37.37]And the doubt starts to sprout til he’s on his knees.
[01:41.36]And he remembers like it's his mother’s call
[01:45.14]To feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.
[01:50.54]I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[01:53.07]Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[01:57.46]I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[02:00.86]Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[02:06.71]Hey boy, I've got your man he's right here
[02:11.16]Putty in my hands
[02:13.33]Ice cream and sweets,
[02:15.09]Coming in the sheets
[02:16.95]He got no excuse to leave
[02:21.85]Hey boy, I’ve got your man he’s right here
[02:27.52]Putty in my hands
[02:29.54]Ice cream and sweets,
[02:31.41]Coming in the sheets
[02:33.28]He got no excuse to leave