My alter-ego, he’s an escape artist
He’s only truly happy when he’s under arrest
Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
He’s only truly happy at the precipice
He’s like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
I can’t escape the chair, I’m etherized with fear
That my only talent is in hanging here
But then it’s
Hey boy, I’ve got your man he’s right here
Putty in my hands
Ice cream and sweets
Coming in the sheets
You got no excuse to leave
But in the real world, an intertidal cave
I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
I’m feeling hard and hollow like paper mache
My alter ego, he’s in a jailer’s cage
He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape
I’m sorry pastor, I can’t be pasteurized
All of the bibles in the world for a metal file
He’s only truly happy when he’s under arrest
Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
He’s only truly happy at the precipice
He’s like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
I can’t escape the chair, I’m etherized with fear
That my only talent is in hanging here
But then it’s
Hey boy, I’ve got your man he’s right here
Putty in my hands
Ice cream and sweets
Coming in the sheets
You got no excuse to leave
But in the real world, an intertidal cave
I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
I’m feeling hard and hollow like paper mache
My alter ego, he’s in a jailer’s cage
He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape
I’m sorry pastor, I can’t be pasteurized
All of the bibles in the world for a metal file
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