Aviators - The Man in the Chair (4EverfreeBrony Remix | Rock)

Check out this remix and more on The Reimagined Future! Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1f4YNNjMiDdyuvI0XaDRuu Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-reimagined-future/1538933721 Bandcamp: https://soundoftheaviators.bandcamp.com/album/the-reimagined-future A HUGE thanks to @4everfreebrony for creating this mind-blowing remix that gives the original song completely new life. With those classic rock tones and solos, you just can't go wrong. Please go check out his channel, his own amazing music, and hopefully more remixes from him in the future! Lyrics: When you're crowded out by freedom's price And you take a shred of bad advice The system knows but you're kept underground When you can't afford a flight to Mars When you're never born to touch the stars The endless maze of concrete wears you down Can you theorize our better lives Where the grass is green on the other side We'd compromise and find a way to thrive If you're scared of being left behind Then you'd be so disturbed with dreams like mine The realization that our world's alive Control comes cheap But nothing is fair They wake you from sleep But nobody's there You walk among sheep And that's why you're scared You'll never be the man in the chair Take your medicine and swallow down All the bitterness that built this town Don't let him hear you start to criticize You know this array was rigged to fail When you fall apart then you can't bail To find a place of safety in the sky Light a signal flare and find a way Out of coerced androids on parade Assimilation comes or else we die When we worry still and break the rules Then our consciences will make us fools And you always end up the system's slave When you are not enough to make it They've taken off and left you naked Like they did long ago to me But now I'm free They cut you out and tore the sutures Out of the cinematic future To shine with or without To silence doubt You know the shadows like I do We're driven by what we've been through And now we fall on the sword We'll never be the chosen kings We'll never know the finer things But we can open up the door

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