Holding The Pilots/Holding The Facts

too many hearts
locked in a room
cut precisely by the book
break out the folds,
clip them in half
failing victims hitting it fast

designate shipping them out
solo flyers making no sound
call it a war, letting them stay
having them fight
for another day...

and everything is on fire now
and everything is burning down
how can you explain this

starting a line
clicking the tracks
holding the pilots,
holding the facts
controlling the noise filter it out
echoes the bullet ridden crown

no one is clear how to appear
cameras moving far and near
follow the graves
it equals the trail
now it's time
they're going to fail...