Drift - Sirens

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

Deep inside I find the time

They just continue to drift