glassbooks – motherboard fancies lyrics
once i fried my battery
once i fried my battery good
just ‘cause i knew i could
made me feel like i had power
i don’t think searchlights are there to sell
i think they’re just trying to be clouds as well
until the power is cut
and then the sparks that once were chemistry are badly bonded parts
we were searching the sky at night
for signs that feathered beings once did take flight
but all wе found was your violence
a setting sign of your violеnce
i’m not the electrician
but lead pencil tips draw the lines in the sky
like sad songbirds with no clue
what dying species they belong to
we aren’t bullets with feathered limbs
stripped of their wings and swindled into a spin
because the sun isn’t close enough
we need to feel the heat under our feet, don’t we?
once i fried my battery
thinking i knew there was more
but i’m not a bird
no, i’m not a bird
the current shocked me like the good f+cking word!
the wind is bullets
wind farmers pilot pigeons into a traipse
and my tilted cygnus
temerariously runs into the straight
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