Mid-day your legs shake We call that tech ache A rank of cords plugged into your arm No alarm, no warning signs Drift strikes; withering, mindless, and violent
Deep inside my mind I find the time (to uncover, discover, and breathe) I'm no longer free (rip out the circuits inside of me) Lost to drift in thoughts of what I could be
We've done all we can Drift unfolds and we won't survive We are no longer safe from what we have spawned Sirens blare as we run and hide We're at fault we have lost control
Mid-day your legs shake We call that tech ache A rank of cords plugged into your arm No alarm, no warning signs Drift strikes; withering, mindless, and violent