DRONEmusic from HELLo by mr sterile Assembly

Hanging on the cross will break the pattern
Draw attention from afar
Baptize troublemakers in their ashes
Incite rapture in a tiny star
Waiting for a bus and feeling nervous
Someone’s watching Rosa sitting there
At a job that's mostly boring
Till the targets sitting in crosshairs

Reaching up, her hand in Nana’s
The Reaper locks in on their stride
Lining up the cross on Whina
Collateral damage tallied for their side
Growing up in a poorer part of town
Locally, Lomu's hope was not so known
He’d pull a crowd, to the game
Send a Signature Strike, to shut it down

Martin had a dream and a need to speak
A way with words to avert the violence
The Predator locked on his open mouth
The microphone broke as cries filled the silence
River cools the feet of united voices
Gandhi hears a whine cutting through the din
Mozzie’s on the hunt for a feed
A Hellfire Missile turned it all to steam

Silhouette on the snow, it’s not a dove Put the Drone to work
There’s money to be made, infertile plains Put the Drone to work
Pull up the pegs, on Surveyor’s lines Put the Drone to work
Weaponise the laws, just point and shoot Put the Drone to work

On the land and in the sea, Everywhere and Everyhere 
In the tech and In the fear, In atmos- and psychosphere 
Mine the sky, mine the sky, mine the sky, mine the sky.

• Outsider punk
• Punk
• New Zealand