Look To The Skies - The Filaments

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 can’t 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 won’t 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