Row with the drone
Change coming slow
Nothing left to move me
Cuz of what I found
All of life's contusions
Might just bring me down, bring me down

My will has come undone
Ticking of the clock goes on
Another voice without a word

Waiting for tomorrow
For a change to be designed
Inner-Brain technology
Cannot be assigned
All I've left is broken
Heard it all before
All I've got surrounded

Your words are left unsung
Holding off the sharpened tongue
Another voice without a word

Far away in a soul turned to gray
Take a stroll through your mental decay
Cannot stay any longer this way
Takes its toll till they cart you away

Listen to drone
Changes coming slow
Nothing left to move me
Cuz of what I know, what I know

When there's nothing left to fear
I believe that I will hear
Another voice without a word