New Fangled Gadget Flying Machine

Duration

3:51

Lyrics

We Can soar... We Can soar... Floating through the galaxy on a reality quest, expressing through depression like a dispossessing skeptic, woke up from my last nap but slept in, its majestic, or quite less but yes its, the type of transformation that could leave you breathless, or change the way that you might see perception, deceived and left with, nothing but a white light beam projection, cause where we're headed only time is left rejected and the only guarantee in life is death your blessed with... Chorus, we can soar, just shut the door and take a seat and climb aboard, We'll cross the blue norwegian sea and maybe more, above the moon beyond the trees come ride with me... In my new fangled gadget flying machine Reserving the urge, to resist assistance, and using slurred words to set a change in distance, weather its the same or different, of better than a mist of a missed persistence, when your living in a place a part of no existence, insisting on a mix to kick the sickest of sickness, like brain wave maintenance was strained ballistic with the stains of lipstick, a kiss from the devil cause the angel missed it, and witnessed first hand the worst plans of mischief, like wishing for forgiveness on your list for Christmas, never stop to visit, and extinguish insignificance and gain enrichment chorus x2