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
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
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!
Drone
Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them
Drone
The ceaseless hum
The factory drum







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