Killing in the mess

Lyrics

The air hangs heavy, tension tight,
Voices low in flickering light.
Orders whispered, faces cold,
In the mess, the stories told.

CRC calls from the highway dark,
Targets set, they’ve lit the spark.
Patriot flames cut through the sky,
Metal birds are doomed to die.

SBAMD strikes like thunder’s breath,
Clear to engage — they summon death.
NASAMS waiting, shadows stare,
The silence breaks — missiles tear.

Killing in the mess, no face, no name,
Cold decisions in a burning game.
Through smoke and steel, the orders fly,
Where heroes live and angels die.

Screens alive with crimson marks,
Targets locked in fire’s arc.
No time to blink, no space for doubt,
The system breathes, the countdown shouts.

The CRC highway hums like a storm,
A deadly path, precision’s form.
They strike unseen from distant lands,
War commanded by steady hands.

SBAMD strikes like thunder’s breath,
Clear to engage — they summon death.
NASAMS waiting, shadows stare,
The silence breaks — missiles tear.

Killing in the mess, no face, no name,
Cold decisions in a burning game.
Through smoke and steel, the orders fly,
Where heroes live and angels die.

No glory here, just duty’s chain,
Guided fire and calculated pain.
For every strike, a silence grows —
Another life the darkness knows.

Killing in the mess, no face, no name,
Cold decisions in a burning game.
Through smoke and steel, the orders fly,
Where heroes live and angels die.

The screens go dark, their hands stay cold,
In the mess, their burden’s told.
No songs of triumph, no pride to claim —
Just whispers carved in smoke and flame.