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Drone disorder

Synthesis syndrome

Tripcode torture

Calm before keystone

Entities

We cannot see

Enemies

Aren’t what they claim to be

Shapeshifting swarm

Lulls us to calm

Before the storm

The blood, the bombs

Patterns and signals in static

Culture-bound collapse

Automatic

Subliminal synapse

Come to take

What we hold dear

They’re not coming

They’re already here

Shapeshifting swarm

Lulls us to calm

Before the storm

Command and control

Control and command

All they know about me they stole

Marked me with their brand

Command and control

Control and command

They will never take my soul

I won’t comply with their demands

Feel the fibers under my skin

A parasitic infestation

Crawling within

Relentless formication

Check the box on their frame

Submit to this obsession

This is not a game

This is microwave abuse oppression

Command and control

Control and command

They’re swallowing their souls

They’re harvesting their glands

Command and control

Control and command

They’ve got cops on the payroll

All I’ve got is the gun in my hand

Snipers in the bushes

Everyone is out to get me

Black box transmissions

I can’t trust anybody

Check the box on their frame

Submit to this obsession

This is not a game

This is microwave abuse oppression

Sleep

Sleep