Malarkey - Ballad of Nothing
Cry havoc and release the dogs of propagandaSit for your dinner
Beg for your likes
Stay up all night
Knock down the elites
Nipping at your heels
No friends, only masters
On a leash
Lay the scent
Pack tactics
Muzzle drenched
Blood sport
Pit against your partners
Abused and begging for more
Who's training you?
Do your tricks
The whirr of the rotor blades
The chanting on the streets
The orders in my ear
This channel's insecure
The grainy picture on the screen
The bloodiest thing I've seen
My hand on the controls
Sweat beading off my brow
Feel so lightheaded
Floating above it
Just a touch and I'll change course
The sins are justified
I see them in the distance
An extension of my eye
I see them in the distance
Nothing can escape my gaze
The level desert sand stretches on for days
Crosshairs pinning the target
Passers-by stride into view
The target's head obscured
"Fire at will"
A scarf, a coat, a hood, a blur
My fingers relax, "no shot sir"
Every strike, every night, ends a life
Every strike, every night, ends a life
Every strike, every night, ends a life
Every strike, every night, ends a life
Written by:
Andrew Vlasblom, Caitlin O'Neill, Dan Lloyd, Jibin Park, Jonathan Amey, Kevin D'Abramo, Wil Rawlins
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