Through the glass you get to know
Where they've come from and where they go
Only you can change that fate
sitting silently as you await
All the Intel is dead on correct
The crimes he's committing are beginning to reflect
a direct action towards the objective you work to effect.
The ball is in motion 'n starting to roll
your hand is forced to take control
The 408 Cheytach is prepped to disperse
the nonsense these rag heads are trying to rehearse
Curing the wicked is a pleasure for some
Sleeping under the stars till the bad guys are done
Dropping by silently to say good bye
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