[Intro – spoken, low and cold] "You brought tanks? That’s cute." (pause) “I brought something worse.” “Let’s paint the ground red.” --- [Verse 1] I was born for war, not built for calm, A lullaby in lead, a kiss from a bomb. I fly slow—deliberate, cruel, A one-plane purge, sharp as a tool. I circle low, I whisper your name, I don’t kill for orders—I kill for the game. I see your fear, I feel your dread, I talk to the cannon—she wants you dead. --- [Chorus] I'm laughing in strafe, ain't right in the head, Smile wide as the ground turns red. You got tanks? That's sweet—watch 'em bleed, I’m the nightmare you designed, but I’m off the leash. Punchin’ holes and I’m leavin’ scars, Don't care if it’s a tank or a trailer car. Call me unhinged, I wear it proud— Screamin' through smoke, I laugh out loud. --- [Verse 2] Jet fuel veins, teeth like steel, I don’t dream—I feel the kill. You hear that roar? That’s not routine, That’s me singin’ murder in seventeen. You thought I’d retire? That I’d fade away? I’m the flying executioner who came to stay. No stealth, no lies, no dainty finesse— Just a cannon-fed sermon and a trail of death. --- [Bridge – whispered, unstable tone] Shhh… Can you hear her purr? She’s hungry again. She doesn’t care what you are… …she just wants to feed. --- [Final Chorus – manic intensity] Laughin’ in strafe, holy and wild, Crushin’ steel with the grin of a child. Born to destroy, I don't apologize— Just one more pass before you die. --- [Outro – spoken, eerily calm] "Artillery is messy. I prefer precision." “Goodbye now.” [pause] “...She says thank you.”
