Drone کے بول

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