Tears of a Drone - Blueprint

Terrified by heights, blinded by the longitude

Drone, reprogramming long overdue

Who’s to blame when the thoughts don’t belong to you

Never got the question because instructions that were sold were few

Just a commodity, recorded here for foreign soil

Docked in a box, hella hot, make your blood boil

If the output’s high they remain loyal

Strip gears, cry tears made up of sheet oil

Only hope to mobilize an army of metallic men

Is hinged upon a presence of humanity that lies within

As a result, the chances seem kinda slim

And everyday, the flame of hope grows dim

But deep inside a sub-routine, underneath the system scan

There is a glitch that isn’t seen, ghost inside the program

Sabotaging little things, never following the plan

Reallocating memory, holding onto all the RAM

It’s a man-made world but machine rule it

Humans wouldn’t last a week without their phones and new computers

So it won’t be ran by them after the revolution

It’ll be run by those of us who really doin'