Good god there’s a glitch
Someone threw her down the ditch
With the promise of a life she didn’t have to bloody stitch
Two beans to a line just to pay her way on time
She should have the trappings of a life so fine
They’re shooting off the rounds through the dead night
Shells are raining on the souls that pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light

And when I see her eyes, I see souls afraid to go home to pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light.

Stereolove
In your mind
Like a bird machine