“Black bird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly”

- The Beatles

To fly, to fly, far away, 

to be fixed, but from what?

With this broken world and this broken society

What is there but no point in aiming to be fixed.

Only to be broken again.

Corrupt from the ground,

Built up into normal, boundaries set.

Rules applied, follow them or else.

To be fixed would be to be corrupt like them.

Power hungry, secretive, the ones we call ‘in charge’

The rules fit them, just like their suits.

To go against, but then be broken,

Silenced by General Sir John Monash (the sticky green). 

If you dare to break that though,

A sharp ending for you. 

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly”,

But how? 

How ma’am? 

How do we do that?

To take them and fly is to set your own path,

A path of your own choosing.

To be broken but be fixed, fixed by you.

Be Fixed but to break free, 

Free of shackles, free of chains,

Free from their lab coats, 

and their human obsessions.

Their time bombs and memory wipes. 

Free from being the guinea pig.

But it's listening so don't speak,

Its recording so dont look,

But don't hide because you can’t run. 

Your never alone so don't try it, 

But if you do, you can't deny it

Because soon enough they'll find you.

So what if they do?

Pay your time and get back to basics, 

You'll be seen as good in their eye

Right?

Go and fight a war and die in glory, 

Or Knock on some doors to tell his story,

A normal life if you will.

But In this corrupt world, be the one right thing,

Don't listen to those, walk on your toes

And don't break the ice.