A Drone Opting Out of the Hive Code Orange

Phones buzzing on the table like downed bees
Put 'em in ziplock bags, pull out the batteries
Beige walls, white carpet to match the extremities
It gives a sense of order, cleanliness to the families

A love that's barely hanging on
Thin and breakable like spider silk
You point your feet at the door, you got that liar's tilt
Your "truth" is threaded like razor-wire, but shallow as cellophane
Wrapped tight around your mouth, you can barely

Don't step in the wrong spot
You will gеt caught
When you step in the swеatbox
They'll make you talk

But it's of no consequence
There's nothing you can say that is relevant
You can take my life, but I'll live again
A thousand deaths that I have left to give
A thousand deaths that I have left

'Cause I am the, drone
Opting out of the, hive
I am the, shock
That's kept you alive
I am the, drone
Opting out of the, hive
Your consciousness has been colonized
I am the, drone
Opting out of the, hive
I am the, shock
That's kept you alive
I am the, drone
Opting out of the, hive
Your consciousness has been colonized