Il testo della We're not orphans

Artificial,
Prosthetic hands,
Sympathetic, but i'll put and end to this.
(ooo...)
Can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting?

Stop breathing.
Stop breathing.

It's not the same,
It's not the same,
'cause i was just a kid, dad--ohho-ohho...

It does not do to dwell on dreams.
Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go.
(when you chase the ghost of things that could have been,
Like a father who was never there.)
The ghosts of things that could have been,
Like the father who was never there at all,
At all.

(i was a boy
Now i'm a plane,
But i can't keep this holding pattern anymore.)