Queensrche — At 30000 Ft.

Whatever happens now Is beyond my control Emotion has abandoned me Faded away and left me….cold The call's been made I'm here, dependent on the atmosphere Contained inside this mask I wear My breathing is all I here I've got the target switch in hand I just feel numb, scanning the Ground at the hell that I'll make I'm above it in the air Flying high above the city walls As the insurgents run Can't stand their ground against the hell That I'll make I'm above it in the air I see it all so clear… At 30,000 feet above the enemy No one can see me Press execute I'll send the "Pigs" away The tortured painful cries Will never fall upon my ears And never stain my elder years My heartbeat is all I'll feel Infrared tracks the land As the weapons lock There's no defense against The Hell that I'll make I'm above it in the air, I'm above it Moving past the speed of sound I won't see them when they hit the ground No hiding from the Hell that I make I'm above it in the air I'm a shadow Over the rooftops of the city he word Travels fast from cell phone to cell phone "They demand to see their faces!" "Of the women…hidden behind the veil?" Flaming oil blackens the sky I don't know why…their hate is the Reason for the Hell that I make I'm above it in the air, I'm above it Gazing down at the burning land I'm the creator of this new "Promised Land." And I wonder What the hell did I make? I'm above it in the air. I'm above it What the hell did I make?