Birds fly
According to instinct.
No one has told them how or why
To survive
To connect
Die a ruthless death, that's life
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the moon's domination
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to ash
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you writhe
The days of just reacting
That is not called evolution
The rules of Nature.
I live, but how about you?
The brain is a device.
Heart is an organ
To survive
To descend
A meaningless life, that's death
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the star's demolition
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being struck down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to dust
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you starve
The days of just complaining
That is not called revolution
Live Live That is life.
Die Die That is life.
Here are clothes and shoes.
Even a map is prepared.
Nothing left for devising
Nothing left to find out
Wash wash wash away the
knowledge Before be-coming
just a machine that breathes
Throw throw throw away the
glasses Before be-coming
the machine foreseeing the future
To survive
To connect
Die a ruthless death, that's life
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the moon's domination
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to ash
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you writhe