I'm on an airplane, shaking hands shaking hands
Like a solider before the battle
Strangers addicted like me
These people are the last I might see
I could die right now
Slow Motion
And I'm flying
The air is filling up my soul head to toe
Razor breeze to peel back the strato
Zooming into a picture of trees
A calm rage building up inside of me
I could die right now
Slow Motion
And I'm flying