Tin can sound and a dead-eyed crowd

Can turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad

I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds

And that's grounds for separation

Preparation for better things

Gonna grow a new set of wings

And fly away.

Robot action, conditioned response

Manufacture feeling like the tool and die

I can turn it on but I'm holding back the guarantee

And that's grounds for separation

Preparation for better things

Gonna grow a new set of wings

And fly away.

Music, it's my life and I've got it in me

But isn't it a bit like oxygen, 'cause too much will make you high

But not enough will make you die

So I gotta keep it under control.