Flight Path

There's a flight path over my bed room, and my front door.

Makes me feel like I'm in The Castle, tell 'im I ain't dreamin' no more.

You set me into the world with choices, reason, fact,

Only after which I'm let known it's forbidden to be doing that

So what do you see?

It's always choppers in the evening, there more and more

Makes me think I'm doing crimes when I'm just laying here on the floor

And you even seem to wonder what I've got on my hard drives

But it's not right to watch a pot boil, when you know the frog's going to die

So what do you see?

I see those bastards staring at me down the pipeline

I see them drooling at me though they don't know it yet

What do we lose when we gain an easy way to fight dying?

Gather 'round children, we gotta divvy his debts

There's a flight path over my bed room, and my lucky blood

'Cause maybe those on the plane are dreaming of being down here in the mud

So what do you see?

I see those bastards staring at me down the pipeline

I see them drooling at me though they don't know it yet

What do we lose when we gain an easy way to fight dying?

Gather 'round children, we gotta divvy his debts

Music and Lyrics by Luke Vella

Produced and Engineered by 3k Short and Aden Thiess

Mastered by Don Bartley