Drone

Go ahead burn What you can't hide Try to unlearn What's clear to the eye It's a matter of fact But fact don't fit We gotta rewrite Rewrite We recount the dead Two makes one now We're counting on our hands We're out of fingers We shower in your blood And crawl inside you You harden in our form Like statues statues Alone in this place The others are gone I wire the base They say push on The salt's in my eyes The fire's in my lungs I take my best shot I'm shot! We recount the dead Two makes one now We're counting on our hands We're out of fingers We shower in your blood And crawl inside you You harden in our form Like statues statues Drone Drone Drone Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them Drone Drone Drone The ceaseless hum. The factory drum