The Pilot Is Dead Songtext
von Sublunar Express

I took the broken pieces in
I held them tight with barbed wire
Plug the rusty cables in
Intraneural hot-wire

Wings burned by the sun
Shipwrecked on the bed
Ocean made of glass
Now the pilot′s dead


I fed the years of hate into
Random access memories
To upload in times of need
When the monster needs to feed

Wings burned by the sun
Ashes in the sand
Steel turns into rust
Totems on the land

Wings burned by the sun
Shipwrecked on the bed
Ocean made of glass
Now the pilot's dead