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Watching as the skies part and recede Exposing cold steel pointed at the ground We're looking down the barrel of a plane crash And staring blankly at monitors Pumping narration into fertile lives Barking orders from a world away Lining caskets with feeble minds It's no surprise we continue To feed on hollow points Their war machines keep on burning Bridges from across the pond As western messiahs fly blind At the control of a preemptive strike Pumping narration into fertile lives Barking orders from a world away Lining caskets with feeble minds It's no surprise we continue To feed on hollow points Their treaties and conventions A facade like wolves Drape across peasant shoulders Searching through wreckage and debris For a bedside prophet From Letras Mania