O. Wake — Little Drone

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Don’t worry pretty baby
You’re gonna make it through those petty games and false opinions
Go away, little drone
There’s nothing here to see but chemicals and grand illusions
Turn your camera to a better view
Keep those propellers spinning ’round

I want you to keep me cozy
Why won’t you take me somewhere?
Stop me going deeper down there
Don’t worry, little drone
There’s nothing here for you
But questioning your intuition
Put your program to a better use
Keep those propellers spinning ’round