Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any
If I shot my full load with the hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the Blaines
I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor
But I'm not, I got out of game

Escape

I 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then octaves
I play through the and remain conscience
from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't
Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress
I'm naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the
It's just there ain't no magic in the baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
are falling apart
But the descend on the word and the wording is permanent
been missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the death sentence filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I never attention
But I can't to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is in the crowd
show a little bit of audience now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we sayin shit!!!
And I'll it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A entrance
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for
My folks me this already broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my you was disowning your talent
why you still live at home
And I bought house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better
I to myself
What's remembering
Versus the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the of an unread book
Letters are falling
But the sentence descend on the wording and the is permanent
been missed
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death just filling my running assignment
But none of is getting told in confidence
I recognize the confidential just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial
I clip ya wings to fit you in head magician
Shape-shifting reptilian body contortionist
Orphanages started offering to abortion clinics
I acquaintances
And a morgue of friends
I gender bent the heaven sent devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but can kill
And I'm unsure my sexual orientations still
Put me in a kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby arrangement
The is vacant
They're all looking for or blame
I called my
The moment that I the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's
If he leaves tonight then he just might me find it
But is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a without a sidekick
Holding the future
A loose cannon standing on the roof top
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my too much

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Escape

I ain't slept in

Escape

I'm just to get away
Ain't no magic in the breakdown

[Ain't no magic in the baby
No magic in the
Ain't no magic in the breakdown

Artist]

[continues in

Sage

(Pussies, you're to shoot me in the heart!
You know too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in love you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make noise for Sage Francis ya'll!