2 Guys Sitting in a Ditch Hiding From Robots

Here we are now, just you wait and see
Hear them coming closer every day
And there's something hiding in my pocket
It's coming, it's falling, falling, it's calling again

Call it back - I don't feel like I can be (Hear what you say)
Suck my sack - don't you feel like you're gone away

I watch you hear them and we're falling down
They will follow you inside your head
And you will never be like sultans you seek
And they're coming, they're coming, coming again

The sign is dead - don't you feel like that I can be (Hear what I said)
Lick my sack - don't you feel like you're coming back?

Take me to the holy land
Something I won't understand
Please just hold my hand

Here we are, in a field, wondering what to say
As we look at each other, getting closer every day
To the fact that I am trying to hide from you
As I'm going to tell you my secret's coming true

Hear the marching of the drones
Don't forget where you come from
They have taken all we know
They will never gain control... of me