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
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 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
 Clone, drone, drone
 The ceaseless hum, the factory drum
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 I don't care what he says or thinks
 I want what I want!
 You're staying with creepy confused...