Routine carpet bombing Antarctic recessionists Guts of ice shimmer As our rail gun rounds pour in
Waterlogged bone Ancient bacteria Mining bots drill Ripping deeper
Grinding tundra Into a mush Of residual oil And rock acid In black slur Puddle on the glacier
Pouring coil rounds Drive the rebels To a vestigial shelf Sink their defense In the ice floe Hyper sonic missiles
Black inside the perimeter Hostile movement Skates across the radar map Icey terrain intruder
Swooping low, strafing then spinning My stomach lurches in fear A polar tank behind us morphing Massive weapons appear
Tracer shells Whisper past Emergency Sirens blast A blur rips into The pilot seat And she explodes in a Cloud of meat
Light flares up behind us Ex-arctic mountains and ice Fill the broken cockpit window Wind howls against my face Projectiles punch through the floor and Rips the hull to hell
Bloody flotsam
Super heated munitions Depleted uranium shells Rippel blue from friction As they tear through air molecules
Bloody flotsam spills
The frozen air cracks with sonic booms Pouring pulse fire in skyward plumes
Two crawl from the wreck Drag a trail of black antlers and oil drums The only cover left
Nuclear grenade Ruptures his top half Chambered boring gun Levels to my head
Scalp hewed offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
