Drone - The American Scene

You caught the will of god in an iron fist

And pressed it into your breast pocket

With all the shining bits of permanence

That you’d been chipping away at

And you felt secure like you were promised

You were finally sure

That the reason for all this leaving

Was love and nothing more

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened

Cut neck

Casually keeping up with

Killing it

That’s what you call it,

What you call this

This is home,

This is known,

This is what you wanted

As payment for all you’ve added to the drone

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened

I saw a fire burning deeper in the woods,

I saw my neighbor burning down his whole neighborhood,

Saw the smoke where he had been

Then the silhouette that waded in

I panicked, I panicked

This is it

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened to the rest,

Forget what you started with

Whatever happened, happened