Just a thought if you don't really mind    I'll be dead to you all in good time    God will touch though's who are true    But when you suck out the love and replace it plastic and glue    You lose    And all in the birds will fall    Choking on the ashes of a mechanical    Love child       Use me up stick me with pins    Drain me with all that's within    Flesh wounds are all part of life    But fuck the fake surgeons who stab with there ego stained knives    In bad light       There flying machine was fueled on green    But it by-products burned off its feathers    And the natural birds whose words were never heard   Were smoked out and grounded forever