This was a test drive heading the lane up
The sound of the tollbooth pride tore it all down
In this we all are flapping our bodys fame
Shaking off the remains of the vigorous blame

I pollute everything I see
I pollute everything visible
I see everything
So therefor...
Fly away, bolt off to the air
Theres nothing to it
Fly away, bolt off to the air
Theres nothing to it

Like the crowd out front the mausoleum
Never different never alike
You remain a quiz for yourself and the others
Just like me but sadly though I havent found you yet

Fly away, bolt off to the air
Theres nothing to it
Fly away, bolt off to the air
Theres nothing to it

Push me away