Look To The Skies

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lyrics

Dystopian machines of the empire compose
Ever more kill lists from data and code
The synapse of Skynet defers to the maths
Targets are signed off and orders dispatched
Your safe in the control room, surrounded by screens
Ignoring the smirks of the other marines
The bombs miss their targets, though try as you may
You massage the numbers cause they're falling astray

Those kids won't be playing today
Not out in the blazing sun
They look to the skies and curse what we’ve done

So now it's been a few years and you cant keep the count
A drop of dutch courage might just straighten you out
Hesitation creeping, your thoughts start to cloud
A predator missile strike annihilates your doubt
You’re going over the story, they all picked a side
Passing your judgment over who lives and dies
You take the King’s shilling and much to your disgrace
You kick up the dust, a violent circle of hate

Those kids wont be playing today, not out in the blazing sun
They know what it means when the drones overhead and they know now to run
Those kids won't be playing today, not out in the blazing sun
They look to the skies and curse what we've done

Instinctively bow at the hiss
Praying to god that they miss
An ocean of flame is the hell they unfold
A waste ground of horror and dread
Scorched earth, and barbarous torment
As furtive assassins who strike out at random
Soar overhead

Your blood turns to ice, when the angel of death
Descends from the heavens and circles your head
Prey to the monster, whose hunger won’t tire
Emotionless, ravenous, spitting hellfire
Soaring, ghostly and grey, with one thing in mind
Showing no mercy, you've got no place to hide
And they say this is freedom, the bloodshed, the pain
They won't shed no tears for an E.K.I.A

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from Look To The Skies, released June 15, 2018

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