Manufactured Demise Lyrics

Pink Misted, Area Tamed

Pilots no longer , Out of the cockpit for good

Video game geek now the master of your hood

The predator is a hint of whats to come

Maximum lift for days on end, Deadly cargo to be sent

The scientists manufacture your demise

UAV, Your worst enemy

Death by a joystick 5000 kilometres away

Augmented, Cold, Just a game. Remote Death

Drones don't stop, Things will change, Revenge Now, There is no hope

Lay down flat, Strapped in tight, VR on, It's time to die!

The reaper hovers miles above

The sensor is the tigers eye

Flicka button scores will die

SPLASH,! Your existence is trash

Decisiion to kill, whim from a desk

Drones don't stop, Things will change, Revenge Now, There is no hope

Lay down flat, Strapped in tight, VR on, It's time to die!

Laser Guided Weapon