Clear the Skies

[Intro — Seven-Note Guitar Motif, Accelerating Drums] [Verse 1] Every target has a weakness. Every weakness has a name. Every movement leaves a pattern. Every pattern plays my game. I've calculated every angle. Mapped the currents, marked the ground. There's no such thing as random When the variables are found. [Pre-Chorus] Engines ready. Systems green. Nothing moves that I don't see. One command across the line. Every wing falls into time. [Chorus] Clear the skies! Sweep the heavens clean! Nothing flies beyond the reach Of my machines! Clear the skies! Lock the world below! Every path you think is yours Is one I already know! [Verse 2] Blackthorn paid for steel and circuits. He can have his forest war. I've got unfinished business With the bird who wanted more. Jett, you always flew by instinct. Never cared to hold formation. Called your recklessness a virtue. Called my discipline stagnation. You were always chasing freedom. I was building something true. Now a thousand eyes are watching. Every one of them sees you. [Pre-Chorus] Range confirmed. The target's mine. Seven signals synchronize. No more room to improvise. Watch the perfect pattern rise. [Chorus] Clear the skies! Sweep the heavens clean! Nothing flies beyond the reach Of my machines! Clear the skies! Lock the world below! Every path you think is yours Is one I already know! [Bridge — Angular Guitar and Double-Kick Drums] Left flank closing. Right flank sealed. Every exit now revealed. Climb or dive, the result's the same. I've already solved your game. You call it flying without fear. I call it failing to prepare. There's not a single place to turn That I haven't covered there. [Final Chorus — Full Precision Assault] Clear the skies! Sweep the heavens clean! Nothing flies beyond the reach Of my machines! Clear the skies! Lock the world below! Every path you think is yours Is one I already know! [Outro — Seven-Note Motif, Abrupt Stop] One target. No escape. No margin for error. Jett... Your move.