Drone
Unfun LP/CD
Go ahead burn
We recount the dead.
Alone in this place.
We recount the dead.
Drone.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Fact and fictions
all blurred to fit them.
Drone.
The ceaseless hum.
The factory drum.