Gasoline

I don't need your gasoline your magazines your scaffolding
'cause I can fly in between
with my breathing wing machine

I don't need your TV screen leaving us atrocities
'cause I can fly in between
with my breathing wing machine

I'm a trampolene who loves to sing
passing thru infinity
'cause I can fly in between
with my breathing wing machine

The time has come to tell a vision
walk thru fire with precision
Spread our wings begin to fly
our meeting ground is in the sky
Time to open our hearts & breathe
in the love that's in between
you & me and everything

We all can see we all can be masters of reality
When we see the beauty all around the galaxy

I don't need your gasoline your magazines your scaffolding
'cause I can fly in between
with my breathing wing machine