Grounds for Separation

Tin-can sound and a dead-eyed crowd Turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds That's grounds for separation Preparation for better things Gonna grow a new set of wings And fly away Robot action, conditioned response Manufacture reeling like the tool and die I can turn it on, but I'm holding back with guarantee And that's grounds for separation Preparation for better things Gonna grow a new set of wings And fly away Music, it's my life, and I've got it in me But isn't it a bit like oxygen, where too much will make you high But not enough will make you die Oh, isn't it a bit like oxygen, where too much will make you high But not enough will make you die, make you die (So I gotta keep it under control) And that's grounds for separation Preparation for better things Gonna grow a new set of wings And fly away I'm gonna fly, gonna fly away I'm gonna fly away Gonna fly, away I'm gonna fly away I'm gonna fly, fly away Far away I'm gonna fly, fly away Far away