No word
From the pilot
In a
While
Gotta fly
On my own
Somehow
All alone
I see
Myself
In the
Window
That's why
I got this seat
In all version
My face complete
Perfect things
Take control
So I'll make
My way
Down the hall
Insect acting on instinct
Truth has surfaced
I'm sinking
Bottom of the food chain
Crows love me
How am I supposed to
Get above the
Roof of my house
From the blue sea
Picked apart to
Tiny pieces
Riddled scars from
Birds beaks I'm
Decomposing
My body's dirty
Cow skull
Tumbleweed
Wings above me
Fall asleep with
The heat surrounding
Rest