Wooden Bones - Pilot Speed

Our suicide was waiting at the door

We’d clawed and crawled our way across the floor

The record that we’d played a thousand times

We’re still alive, still alive in our minds

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We couldn’t find a way to save our heads

We couldn’t find a god that even cared

When all of this descended into ash

What did they do, did they do with the guns and cash?

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones

(don’t miss the point here, we’d rip the gods down, we’d leave the child with

the hell we’ve found)

Don’t miss the point now

Don’t shut your eyes dear

Our time is soon up

Our days are numbered here

We’d rape our own world

And we’d rip the Gods down

Then leave the child with the hell we’d found…