DRONE (bright light opiates) - Lyrics
DRONE (bright light opiates) was birthed out of a night similar to the one that I’m writing this on. That’s a night where the low distant hum of comparison, inevitable deluge of responsibilities, and acoustic trauma of our media induced lives rob you of rest and clarity.
At the time of its conception, I remember the simple whirring of the air conditioner unit just outside of my window felt like scraping on a chalk board. I laid there wondering, “Why is everything so noisy?” Notifications dinging, voices in the distance, cars zooming by, and various other sounds I couldn’t make sense of. I found it odd that we subject ourselves to this. This moment of frustration lead to thoughts of more than just the sounds I was experiencing in the moment but the tumult of the world we are all collectively subjected to.
Even when we try to escape from it, there is this noise floor that stalks. We can’t get rid of the noise we all helped create, so do we create more in protest? There’s a snowballing effect as we raise decibels higher and higher.
Our modern creed:
Feel the Drone
Become the Drone
Lyrics:
Echoes in my chamber
Bereavement of slumber
Writhing from this ringing
We've woven to our being
Saturated waves
To distract our distress
We steal silence from stillness
And beg for relief
Became a needle
For a fix
Drowned out my nature
Succumbed to it
Stability is irrelevant
Hear the hum of comparison
Integrated loneliness
Via bright light opiates
Sound on sound
On sound
An age of atonal anthems
Entitlement takes place as god
Become the Drone
You can hold me
But you can't hold my attention
Tied together
To die alone
Dilate this derelict
Give me static solace
Impede upon my silence
Disrupt me
Impede upon my silence
Corrupt me
Became a needle
For a fix
Drowned out my nature
Succumbed to it
Stability is irrelevant
Hear the hum of comparison
Integrated loneliness
Via bright light opiates
Assault our senses
Make us senseless
And deafen us with discourse
Glimpse of my thoughts
An ungracious response
To paint our portraits in blue
Folded hands
Lead to idle lives
As we seek vain symmetry
Measure my faults
Align with the drove
To drive my heart of lorn
Became a needle
For a fix
Drowned out my nature
Succumbed to it
Stability is irrelevant
Hear the hum of comparison
Integrated loneliness
Via bright light opiates
We just yearn for acceptance
Our arenas of arrogance
We run from the solace
For delusions of euphoria
Vague is my voice In this compounding noise
Feel the Drone
Become the Drone
Feel the Drone
Become the Drone