Drones
Fed their lies through TV
Fed it in their homes
Keep you on the sofa
And make you feel alone
Oh my god, I'm becoming a drone
My wallet is empty
My life is just a clone
Doesn't matter what you say
No matter what you do
No more
No need to run, boy
No need to hide
Solve all your problems for $19.95
Oh my god, I'm becoming a drone
Produce it through the masses
And then shove it down my throat
Doesn't matter what you say
No matter what you do
I'm a drone
Autor(es): Spineapples
