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Drone
Unfun LP/CD

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.

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.

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



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