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Sitting in an office in North Bethesda
The doctor waits patiently
He will try to explain in his best layman terms
What my own two eyes did see

But doctor, the units seem mistrusting
My son, we designed 'em that way
But what if they rise up among us
Have no fear, they've been here for years

This is no illusion, this is no conspiracy
It will only bring confusion
We're already under a warm blooded tyranny

Clones, drones, and automobiles
Could drive a man to madness
Clones, drones, and automobiles
Pitch black stratus apparatus

Riding along on the red line, the third rail irradiatin' my mind
I can no longer make excuses
Something must be done, we're running out of time

But my unit's been so good to me
Well, it's practically part of my extended family
And while I admit I am no technician
It disturbs me how it powers up on its own volition

This is no illusion, this is no conspiracy
It will only bring confusion
We're already under a warm blooded tyranny

One by one they march in a line
Perfect synchronicity, keeping perfect time
Ten by ten they fly all alone
Hear them coming, it's already too late
I know, I know, it's the march of the clones

We have arrived at the hivemind

Look up in the sky, the bird is a spy
Look into my eyes, I got a surprise

You better listen very carefully
We're just electrical entities
And we've connected to the enemy
And they've assumed our identity
You know, I know
This is no illusion, this is no conspiracy
It will only bring confusion
We're already under a warm blooded tyranny

One by one they march in a line
Perfect synchronicity
Keeping perfect time
Ten by ten they fly all alone
Hear them coming, it's already too late
I know, you know, we know