Body of the King (Lyrics)

Microwaves sent through the air Igniting the ionosphere Precision pinpricks leave a sting Maps the body of the king The ballistic science Of intangible lead Weapons of the dead Fucking with my head Bien Hoa! Please remember They did not surrender Push Pull Fuck their forced control Push Pull Struggle Your positions overrun by rats Silently spilling into your camp Punching holes in your green zone Let Mosul know they're not alone The Echelon libraries Will surely be listening To your fading heart Falling apart