Birds fly
According to instinct
No one has told them how or why
To survive
To connect
Die a ruthless death, that's life
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the moon's domination
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to ash
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you writhe
The days of just reacting
That is not called evolution
The rules of nature
I live, but how about you?
The brain is a device
Heart is an organ
To survive
To descend
A meaningless life, that's death
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the star's demolition
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being struck down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to dust
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you starve
The days of just complaining
That is not called revolution
Live. Live. That is life
Die. Die. That is life
Here are clothes and shoes
Even a map is prepared
Nothing left for devising
Nothing left to find out
Wash, wash, wash away the
Knowledge, before becoming
Just a machine that breathes
Throw, throw, throw away the
Glasses, before becoming
The machine forseeing the future
To survive
To connect
Die a ruthless death, that's life
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Before the moon's domination
Fly (Get High)
Dive (Burn out)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings
Even if it turns to ash
Fly (Get high)
Dive (Burn out)
Even if you writhe
