Kyle Rogers - Airplane Falling Lyrics

There's a storm coming
You can feel it in the air
A big storm coming
No animals anywhere

Look at all the faces
As they're walking down the street
Look at all the faces
That won't even walk the streets

There's a plague coming
One that's going to wipe us out
Not the kind you're thinking
The one that we bring about

Feeding the machine
That we don't even see
Feeding the machine
That destroys the sea

Maybe at some point there was a disconnect
Now we're all strung up by the thick of our necks
A futile wail and a nice stiff drink
Knowing that it will come in a sudden blink

Feeling so tired
With eyes open all the time
Nearly close to blind
Well now this is quite a bind

Oh so tempted
Just to tune it all out
Really just wish we could
Bring about a turnabout

Feeling so scared
While I'm walking down the street
There's a big day coming
One that we don't want to meet

You see the thing is
We've already figured it out
But the deaf ears
Leave it all shrouded in doubt

That's why all the artists are making art
And all the athletes are getting on their knees
Nobody wants to get hit by this runaway cart
But at least we're all trying to do our parts

Look deep inside the truth is in your heart
Look deep inside the truth is in your heart