[Music: Morris, Jarvis]
[Lyrics: Netherton]
Quick ride to work for another nine to five
Just another day for pilots stuck in paradise
Count the minutes you have left alive
Watchkeeper, reaper, descend a silent predator
A hiss on the horizon, a messenger of war
From wings of Gabriel, to mangled gore displayed
Lowest of the low,
you never will know your victims' names
Stealth intervention, "clean" d**h dispatched
Like the blade of Musahi (or concrete socks?)
Living, breathing forms, just ants on a screen
So easily dismissed, and easily unseen
Steel wraiths approaching, hearts burn with fear
Sweat pours in rivulets as mutant modernity draws near
"Watch their flesh explode -- it's as if they were real
Mission accomplished... let's drink... first round's on me!"
Sentinel a**a**ins, eradicate the guilt
No need to question... until it's you