I wasnt born I just woke up In a town of filthy feathers It is supposed to be a sunny day But the skies are grey I got a bottle of wheezed red wine From a man of beneath the aerial He spoke of fomine beings and Electric fields In the past it all felt so alive Now it breeds from oily waters Deep angel pallatine eyes Lies A piece of me that Couldnt fit the zine We met the man who built the mothership He was shackled by his fans If here i was a block of clay I would have cast a shade for you If i he vi als of passageways I would have let you through Theres Something About This place It drives Me insane Its reel in the clouds Make me a pay for My wings Have fallen apart Do you have the say To fill it out Nothing in I am hypnotized Weaker And weaker Watch out for the beings Coming At us