Songtext von Automatic Pilot

Rifle shot, gun report, Sounds a lot like bubble wrap when it's snapped Fall to the floor, We fall to the floor, Scratching slabs of concrete with our nails. Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire. Arts and crafts, (God's eye, sticks found on the ground) Photographs (Crossed and colored yarn we wrap around them) Taken by a textile eye. It will bend you to the will. Bend you to the will. Artwork uniform and preconceived. Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire. Send me home from summer camp. Muslims, Jews, and Christians make the Trinity. Abraham belongs to me, A sewerage treatment plant for my atrocities. Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.