You may be wary of fallen stars They're always poking around in the dark The ariel view of a dying man Screaming out can you help me invisible man You must be wary of ghosts in the dark They know all your history they know all your past All of the angels are doing their bit Clearing the house of your animal shit
Fear of flying is eating you whole I have no fear of dying at all It's absurd that a silver bird Should have a fear of flying at all
You may be wary of who you short change Keeping the short-con well within range The ariel view of an idiot bird Screaming out can you help me but nobody heard
You may be wary of ghosts of the past Sexless and incorrigible in the dark They're making an ariel map of abuse All of the a-roads leading to home
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