Escape Artist 歌词
| 歌曲 | Escape Artist |
| 歌手 | The Zolas |
| 专辑 | Ancient Mars |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| [00:15.27] | My alterego, 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 |
| [00:15.27] | My alterego, 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 |
| [00:15.27] | 我的假想自我，是表演逃脱术的艺术家 |
| [00:19.10] | 他唯一的快乐就是将全身束缚 |
| [00:23.04] | 他技巧娴熟，与死神比拼速度 |
| [00:26.95] | 他唯一的娱乐是置自己于危险境地 |
| [00:30.72] | 他就像镜子般透彻，像音乐刺穿耳膜 |
| [00:34.70] | 他是听诊器，空虚年代的脉搏节奏动感 |
| [00:38.53] | 而我无法逃离这把（逃脱）椅子，像打了麻药充斥着恐惧 |
| [00:42.57] | 苦苦支撑是我唯一的能力 |
| [00:46.26] | 但突然间（幻想。。。） |
| [00:47.32] | 瞧啊，你的逃亡大师在我这里 |
| [00:52.87] | 服服帖帖 |
| [00:55.03] | 冰激凌和甜食做攻略 |
| [00:56.59] | 床笫间温柔缠绵 |
| [00:58.47] | 他再也没有理由逃亡了 |
| [01:02.11] | 但是现实世界，是海岸下的洞穴充满危险 |
| [01:06.14] | 我被绑在椅子上等着潮水淹没 |
| [01:10.13] | 我想跟着节奏跳舞，但那不可能 |
| [01:13.97] | 我觉得周身坚硬，内心空虚，像纸糊的木偶 |
| [01:17.86] | 我的幻想自我，他被关在监狱里 |
| [01:21.76] | 他坐待欲望的魔鬼出现，诱惑他逃出牢笼 |
| [01:25.65] | 神父，对不住了，我本性难改 |
| [01:29.64] | 世间所有的清规戒律都有将破之时（原意：世间所有的圣经都藏着一把铁锥子，参见肖申克救赎） |
| [01:33.47] | 时针一分一秒过去，他听到狱卒腰间的钥匙叮叮作响 |
| [01:37.37] | 他顿生疑惑，双膝跪地 |
| [01:41.36] | 他清晰记得，手指攀上围墙最高处时的感觉 |
| [01:45.14] | 像母亲声声呼唤般亲切 |
| [01:50.54] | 我想要这种感觉，我想要伸手触碰那炽烈 |
| [01:53.07] | 就像残阳在屋顶瓦片上释放最后火热 |
| [01:57.46] | 我渴望这种感觉，我想要感受火热激情 |
| [02:00.86] | 就像残阳在屋顶瓦片上燃尽最后光热 |
| [02:06.71] | 看吧，你的艺术家在我这儿 |
| [02:11.16] | 服服帖帖 |
| [02:13.33] | 冰激凌和甜食做攻略 |
| [02:15.09] | 床笫间温柔缠绵 |
| [02:16.95] | 他找不到理由逃开 |
| [02:21.85] | 看啊，你的艺术家在我这儿 |
| [02:27.52] | 服服帖帖 |
| [02:29.54] | 冰激凌和甜食做攻略 |
| [02:31.41] | 床笫间温柔缠绵 |
| [02:33.28] | 他再也不想逃开 |
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