Lyrics to Automatic Pilot

Rifle shot, gun report,

Sounds a lot like bubble wrap when it's snapped

Fall to the floor,

We fall to the floor,

Scratching slabs of concrete with our nails.



Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.



Arts and crafts, (God's eye, sticks found on the ground)

Photographs (Crossed and colored yarn we wrap around them)

Taken by a textile eye.

It will bend you to the will.

Bend you to the will.

Artwork uniform and preconceived.



Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.



Send me home from summer camp.

Muslims, Jews, and Christians make the Trinity.

Abraham belongs to me,

A sewerage treatment plant for my atrocities.



Automatic pilot is a fantasy, you've got to fly that airplane through a cloud of friendly fire.