Go ahead, burn
What you can't hide
Try to unlearn
What's clear to the eyeIt's a matter of fact
But fact don't fit
We gotta rewrite
RewriteWe recount the dead
Two makes one now
We're counting on our hands
We're out of fingersWe shower in your blood
And crawl inside you
You harden in our form
Like statues, statues
Alone in this place
The others are gone
I wire the base
They say push onThe salt's in my eyes
The fire's in my lungs
I take my best shot
I'm shotWe recount the dead
Two makes one now
We're counting on our hands
We're out of fingersWe 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
Drone, drone, drone
The ceaseless hum, the factory drum