Birds fly
Acording to instinct
No one has told them how or why

To survive
To connect
Die a ruthless death
That's life!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before the Moon's domination

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings!
Even if it turns to ash!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Even if you writhe

The days of just reacting
That is not called evolution

The rules of nature
I live, but how about you?
The brain is a device
Heart is an organ

Tu survive
To descend
A meaningless life
That's death!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before the stars demolition

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before being struck down
Don't lose your wings!
Even if it turns to dust!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Even if you starve

The days of just complaining
That is not called revolution

Live (live)
Live (live)
That is life

Die (die)
Die (die)
That is life

Here are the clothes and shoes
Even a map is prepared
Nothing left for devising
Nothing left to find out

Wash, wash
Wash away the knowledge
Before becoming
Just a machine that breathes

Throw, throw
Throw away the glasses
Before becoming
Machine forseeing the future

To survive!
To connect!
Die a ruthless death!
That's life!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before the Moon's domination

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Before being dragged down
Don't lose your wings!
Even if it turns to ash!

Fly!
(Get high!)
Dive!
(Burn out!)
Even if you writhe!