Fly Away - Flatbush Zombies

Say hello to Satan, once you cross the bridge

Screams turned to whispers, fighting in the mist

I do not belong here, I think they clipped my wings

Uncertain, unstable, do I even exist?

Now how can I fly away?

We’re born to die anyway

I’m getting high everyday

Will suicide end the pain?

Say hello to Satan, once you cross the bridge

Screams turned to whispers, fighting in the mist

I do not belong here, I think they clipped my wings

Uncertain, unstable, do I even exist?

Now how can I fly away?

We’re born to die anyway

I’m getting high everyday

Will suicide end the pain?