Isn't it strange?
Aren't we up here?
One sitting safe on the ground
One in midair
Send in the drones
Never leave home
Never ask why
One rolls a joystick around
One gets to fly
Which is the drone?
Send in the drones
Hundreds are dead
Thousands are made
Digitise dolls on a screen
No faces, no names
Finish my four-hour shift and I find I'm alone
Far from the frame
Address unknown
Don't give your name
Feel no regret
Ask not for whom the bells toll
Fire and forget
Only a drone
A deniable drone
No problem, and yet, isn't it strange?
Isn't it queer?
Terror remotely control a pilot's career
Where are the drones?
Why are there drones?
Is anyone there?
