Flight Plan Songtext
von Killing Time

Alone
But this time my thoughts aren′t elsewhere
I can't seem to see it straight
And shake the smoke and spirits from my mind
I know
These walking dead conspire against me
I just need a flight plan and a tangent to escape the daily grind

Fuck it
Let′s get
On with the show
And leave the slowly dying to their deaths
Fuck them
They'll never know
They'll never even know that we have lived


Let′s go
Let′s take this mess out to the masses
I just need to see some new
And run the desperate race to feed the dog inside
We know
That all these rules are offensive
We just need a flight plan
And some venues and we'll push them all aside

Fuck it
Let′s get
On with the show
And leave the slowly dying to their deaths
Fuck them
They'll never know
They′ll never even know that we have lived