sometimes army planes go thru the skynnand it's all in the pastnnso don't you forget about the factnnthat you have to keep breathingnnwhen your logic fails and you find it coldnnsometimes you want to sink insidennand you face the machinennthousands of flowers all around the machinerynnand there's too many and you can't see straightnnnnwe all move so slow, always to the noisennnni wanna try, i wanna try to stay alivennand they toss in waves in a sinking ship nnstill remember the beauty in the tragedynnand the wind just dies and sun is hotnnmy arms around my fear and i won't try to staynnyour eyes are machinesnnnnwe all move so slow, hear my voice trail off