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
