The air in the foxhole's getting thick
The fifth generation war is now kinetic
You're over the target
The flak's closing in
The enemy takes aim
You're over the target
The panic sets in
All that you hold dear is now fair game
Watch the bombs fall on their heads
Cleanse the body politic
The blood of tyrants feeds the tree of liberty
There's no parleying in good faith
Pursuit of power took its rightful place
You're over the target
The flak's closing in
The enemy takes aim
You're over the target
The blitzkrieg begins
Nothing's ever gonna be the same
Watch the bombs fall on their heads
Cleanse the body politic
The blood of tyrants feeds the tree of liberty
The die is cast
There's no turning back from this
Weaponized bureaucracy
Gird up your loins
Don't look back
Cuz they crossed the Rubicon tonight