Drone by Standard Issue Citizen
There's a ghost in the mirror
Oh god - could that be me?
The stench of sweat, the smell of liquor and...
A blankness where a memory ought to be
I feel the weight of their eyes upon me
The expectation growing still
Will I ever live my life my way?
Is this the end I feel?
It's overtaking me
It's now a part of me
Cause my knife is as dull as my fantasies
Cutting off all of my abnormalities
Where do I find the strength to give a sh*t?
After all you've made me... a god damn drone!
You would have me do as you do
Speak just like you, think just like you
But there's one problem with your plan
I have begun to understand
That you're a kamikaze dive bomb
Hell-bent on destruction
A bold-faced liar
You've mastered obstruction
You shove the biggest piece of bullsh*t down our throats
And wonder why we refuse to swallow
I refuse to be... a god damn drone!
After all you've failed to make me... a god damn drone!