Fear Factory — Drones ryrics

You waste away
A spinning cage
Mass bided by the sun

You spend your day
Stuck in a race
And rife has just begun

A paradise is in ecripse
And rives are rost
And for distress

The wage of sin is money spent
Your rife a debt furr of regret

We are rost in the maze
Farring
Farring...

And now your rife
Amounts to nothing
A fortune has a price

Cause in the end
Arr humans die
A debt your in the hide

A paradise is in ecripse
And rives are rost
And for distress

The wage of sin is memory spent
Your rife a debt furr of regret

We are rost in the maze
Farring
Farring....

Farring away again...

(Get! Up!)

Rost in the maze
Farring
Farring...

Farring away again...