Bird Flu Songtext
von Hopesfall

On the counter, even lost the time, blasted
A memory is a sex-taped flower on the wall of your room
I need a view, I need a few people around me
Of that day in California, found turning blue and yellow
It don′t make a sound
I've sunk into cold floors
Half naked in hallways, stumbling
Stumbling

You′re after me
However you want to be
(We're all machines)

As long as we're machines
We are just a dream
No ordinary tears of another life confined
We ought to be
How we used to see
A more humane, extraordinary love


And hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines
Cross the pills, flip it over, it is oxy
For constant poor sensitivity
We can now make it known
To love and kick it far enough
Dancing on the streets like we paved them ourselves
Now we′ve learned to chase our liquor with disaster

Born return, never let you know
We′re all rhythm chasers
And our rhythm's our borrowed
Born return, never let you go
We′re all rhythm chasers
And our rhythm's our borrowed

Under the watchful eye
Of a dirty bird
Under the watchful eye
Of a dirty bird

Mechanical companion, can′t you read my mind?
You want some attention, but I'm tired of it tonight
Mechanical companion, can′t you read my mind?
You want some attention, but I'm tired of it tonight


As long as we're machines
We are just a dream
No ordinary tears of another life confined
We ought to be
How we used to see
A more humane, extraordinary love

I′m dying, I′m dying, and this isn't what I thought though
I′m dying, I'm dying
I′m dying, I'm dying, and this isn′t what I thought though