Drone — текст песни (jawbreaker)

Go ahead burn what you can`t hide.
Try to unlearn what`s clear to the eye.
It`s a matter of fact.
But fact don`t fit.
We gotta rewrite.
We recount the dead.
Two makes one now.
We`re counting on our hands.
We`re out of fingers.
We shower in your blood and crawl inside you.
You harden in our form like statues.
Alone in this place.
The others are gone.
I wire the base.
They say push on.
The salt`s in my eyes.
The fire`s in my lungs.
I take my best shot.
I`m shot!
Drone.
Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them.
Drone.
The ceaseless hum.
The factory drum.