you may be wary of fallen stars

they're always poking around in the dark

the ariel view of a dying man

screaming out can you help me invisible man

you must be wary of ghosts in the dark

they know all your history they know all your past

all of the angels are doing their bit

clearing the house of your animal shit



fear of flying is eating you whole

i have no fear of dying at all

it's absurd that a silver bird

should have a fear of flying at all



you may be wary of who you short change

keeping the short-con well within range

the ariel view of an idiot bird

screaming out can you help me but nobody heard



you may be wary of ghosts of the past

sexless and incorrigible in the dark

they're making an ariel map of abuse

all of the a-roads leading to home