The Drones Lyrics

Witness knocking at my door
Can not hear me saying no
His face has a listlessness
In his eyes a certain blankness
He's one of the master's drones
In obedient servant hood
Out gathering new disciples
Spreading word of the sacred scriptures

Something is controlling me
Someone whispers in my subconsious
They're telling me what to think
It's force-fed information

We're a captive audience
Inactive, consumers
Direct link the media
One source of information

Something is controlling me...

Something controls
My subconscious
Tells what to think
Force-fed information

In grey flannel uniforms
We serve another master
Not for salvation, but for gold

Yes money has its powers

There are sets in camouflage
They are serving a flag
Highest honour is through death
Salute the great strategists

Something is controlling me...