Flight Pattern - Electric Spanish

Blood flies hitting the bull's eye.... Red fills up to the blue sky.
Bleed it bleed it to bone dry... In deep... down to, it's knee high.
This life.. the cards that we hold in hand... failures that I never planned.
Speak up...the next thing n you are banned... clamp down on those who take a stand

The good times the bad times the lost times... Time lost the ones we have lost in time.
Pain for those who are left behind... Pictures of loved ones.. to remind.
Every time could be the last time.. unwind..sublime.. n smell the pine.
Mountain high.. those things I've overcome.. Strength in those who'd remain numb.

Electric Spanish bring me home. Free my mind let it roam.
To live and die...to die alone... living in a twilight zone.
When it's time... just burn my bones... dust to dust.. no tombstone.
lite it up till it's blown... to reap what you have sewn.

High... So high... I feel me fly... Tonight.
Why? Oh Why? I live to die... Take flight.

Each day get closer to gravity... I know I can't take it with me. To be free to live life that's carefree... The one who's not afraid to disagree. Every time could be the last time.. unwind... this time it's bread and wine. Get lost... get found on cloud nine... contact... got hit by a cloud of kind...

Music Copyright Material 2023 (Chris Harper, Adam Harper) Computer graphics images are from Grihmlord on Instagram. He creates and posts all kinds of cool graphics.