Songtext von Flying Machine

Just a thought if you don't really mind I'll be dead to you all in good time God will touch though's who are true But when you suck out the love and replace it plastic and glue You lose And all in the birds will fall Choking on the ashes of a mechanical Love child Use me up stick me with pins Drain me with all that's within Flesh wounds are all part of life But fuck the fake surgeons who stab with there ego stained knives In bad light There flying machine was fueled on green But it by-products burned off its feathers And the natural birds whose words were never heard Were smoked out and grounded forever