Drone - Bilmuri

I will never be a drone

I never wanna be controlled

Black and white cascades down every side

No grace I get between this place to fight

They circle my hands, through the maze around my feet

They fucking cut me down, with everything they have

They circle me die, took the breath from my lungs

With fear and judgment to lies, write it down on me

I can’t let you bleed, the color from my life

They want to slit my throat, with everything they say

Don’t want to sell you if they all sound the same

They want blood, they want blood

They want you to be a fucking drone

And just sound the same

I would rather fucking lose, than ever be like you