Wings Don't Follow Orders

[Intro — Seven-Note Guitar Motif, Rhythm Fractures] [Verse 1] A thousand little red lights Are blinking in the blue. Every one of them is telling me Exactly what to do. Climb here, turn there. Stay inside the lines. Funny how a perfect plan Leaves no room to fly. I can hear you in the engines. I can see you in the grid. Still trying to make me follow Every rule you ever did. [Pre-Chorus] You mapped the wind. You marked the sun. You counted every way I'd run. But there's one thing you forgot When you decided I was caught. [Chorus] Wings don't follow orders! They were made to find the sky! You can draw a thousand borders. I'll find somewhere else to fly! You can own the calculation. You can lock down every line. But wings don't follow orders, And these wings are mine! [Verse 2] I drop below the treetops. Pull up into the sun. Three machines commit to turning Before I've even begun. I roll against the pattern. Cut across the grain. Let your perfect little soldiers Try to follow through the change. You built a world of straight lines. I never needed one. By the time you've found my heading, I've already come and gone. [Pre-Chorus] Your numbers say I'm going left. So I give 'em something new. You taught your drones to think like you. That's why they never knew what to do. [Chorus] Wings don't follow orders! They were made to find the sky! You can draw a thousand borders. I'll find somewhere else to fly! You can own the calculation. You can lock down every line. But wings don't follow orders, And these wings are mine! [Instrumental — Virtuosic Guitar Break] [Bridge] You wanted every answer Before the question came. A sky without surprises. A world without a change. But you can't teach a machine What it means to take a chance. You can make it learn the steps. You can't make it feel the dance. [Final Chorus] Wings don't follow orders! They were made to find the sky! You can draw a thousand borders. I'll find somewhere else to fly! Let your perfect formation Fall apart behind the line. 'Cause wings don't follow orders, And these wings are mine! [Outro — Clean Tapped Guitar, Ascending Melody] I never needed permission To leave your plans behind. You can keep your perfect system. I'll keep the sky.