Man made God in his image
God made Man in his image
God made Man as a blemish
A species founded on scurmish
A culture sculpted by hermits
Convinced that they'll never vanish
A notion quaint and outlandish
Air traffic control: come in
Stick of a DC10
I am not your slave
A plane begins its decent
And lives in fear of desent
Spared the trouble of having to try
Prepare: evacuate soul
Some of its parts now a whole
While they bit their thumbs at the sky
I will be your end
Take a good look around
Kiss your sweet a** goodbye
I'll fly us into the ground
Did you think you'd get away from my ever-watchfull eye
Shut up
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Sit down
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Sit Down
Shut up
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It's time it happened again