Machine - Hundreds

In every single part

My body’s poisoned by

Your onerous presence

And the words you’re spitting out

They fall on the ground

And nothing will grow there

Ever again

I don’t wanna

But I will

Stay with you

Come over

Jump off your tree

I sit and wait for you

You’re a little monkey

That ate too much

Forsaken fruits

Your perception’s wrong

Nothing touches you anymore

I don’t wanna

But I will

Stay with you

Fly birdie, fly

Fly birdie, fly

There is no truth

Fly birdie, fly!

I am so afraid

That I might fall off the earth

You lost gravity

But I will keep hold

The rope’s stretched tightly

It is cutting into my flesh

It doesn’t hurt at all

I don’t wanna

But I will

Stay with you

The time has come

Let’s try to balance on the roofs

The city’s shaking

Streetlights are turning red

We believe in nothing

Our rage erupts into

Brightest lightnings

All I want:

Is to stay with you

Fly birdie, fly

Fly birdie, fly

There is no truth

Fly birdie, fly