A Bird with No Name Guided by Voices

I'm riding a bird with no name
I'm trying to be more often
Correct in my response

In a world full of airplanes
In a forest of bars
On the shoulders of a friend

You are kidding when you says let's repeat!
No hitting
We play the game of feet
It's justicide

In a circle of feathers
Photographic cuisine
And we fly on
To the end of boredom
On a bird with no wings...