The air in the foxhole's getting thick The fifth generation war is now kinetic You're over the target The flak's closing in The enemy takes aim You're over the target The panic sets in All that you hold dear is now fair game Watch the bombs fall on their heads Cleanse the body politic The blood of tyrants feeds the tree of liberty There's no parleying in good faith Pursuit of power took its rightful place You're over the target The flak's closing in The enemy takes aim You're over the target The blitzkrieg begins Nothing's ever gonna be the same Watch the bombs fall on their heads Cleanse the body politic The blood of tyrants feeds the tree of liberty The die is cast There's no turning back from this Weaponized bureaucracy Gird up your loins Don't look back Cuz they crossed the Rubicon tonight