Sentinels lyrics

Quick ride to work for another nine to five Just another day for pilots stuck in paradise Count the minutes you have left alive Watchkeeper, reaper, descend a silent predator A hiss on the horizon, a messenger of war From wings of gabriel, to mangled gore displayed Lowest of the low, You never will know your victims' names Stealth intervention, "clean" death dispatched Like the blade of musahi (or concrete socks?) Living, breathing forms, just ants on a screen So easily dismissed, and easily unseen Steel wraiths approaching, hearts burn with fear Sweat pours in rivulets as mutant modernity draws near "Watch their flesh explode it's as if they were real Mission accomplished Fet's drink, ,first round's on me!" Sentinel assassins, eradicate the guilt No need to question until it's you