We put the 'I' in drones..
You can't think what you want to believe.
Red lights blinking on our enemies.
I don't thank you, and I don't agree.
Red eyes inked in all indelibly.
The flier calls, it's clean and innocent,
a lie of consequence, but what's to care about?
Go where you go.
It's a crutch now, it's a broken wing.
It's a rush now, you won't feel a thing.
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