Rifle shot, gun report,
Sounds a lot like bubble wrap when it's snapped
Fall to the floor,
We fall to the floor,
Scratching slabs of concrete with our nails.
Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.
Arts and crafts, (God's eye, sticks found on the ground)
Photographs (Crossed and colored yarn we wrap around them)
Taken by a textile eye.
It will bend you to the will.
Bend you to the will.
Artwork uniform and preconceived.
Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.
Send me home from summer camp.
Muslims, Jews, and Christians make the Trinity.
Abraham belongs to me,
A sewerage treatment plant for my atrocities.
Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.
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