Drone

The details have shown, and
You're cover is blown
There is poison inside and
It withers and dies on its own

I thought that tonight
I would want more of you
But I feel nothing's new
And I'm losing sight

And time is a waste
'Cause there's too much to taste
By the seaboards
Where you dock and cast off when you're done

But I'm a drone

But I'm too old
And you don't see me
It's these words we rely on

Well
FUCK YOU!
I don't need you
I don't even like you
But still you control me

Oh I slither and hide
From the rising tide
Down a landscape of gold
Where there's nothing sold
I have tried to be nice
Even offered advice
But you cut me and still I haven't had my fill

And I'm a drone

But I'm too old
And you don't see me
It's these words we rely on

Well
FUCK YOU!
I don't need you
I don't even like you

Well
FUCK YOU!
I don't need you
I don't even like you
So I'm moving on
(So I'm moving on)



Credits
Writer(s): Enio Chiola
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