Lyrics
[verse 1] trajectory set, flight path mapped stop breathing, till hands know what they jest press it too hard, with hidden agenda recognition denied, for finding the chest [verse 2] In graphed off reality, the environs bloom the soothing scapes of nature's spree the mind anticipates the corrected angle to lay it bare, as meant to be [dark solo] clandestine horror, a gig on violence as ribboned flesh spurt of the skin how does it count, to leave the world like a freaking number on the screen [bridge] yet elites know, the cost of the kill the psyche behind, one man's dream kill a dozen, the world turns a cold eye kill one, and the media is keen [Outro] don't get cocky, as targets fall the scarlet streak, comes with consonance the naked eye, blinks just once before getting nailed by the dissonance