In-Con Sequential Art
Tuesday
Mar312015

Arms Race

Put on my war paint and get them pistons hummin'
Battle cry, do or die, and set them systems runnin'
A real soldier turns cyborg to serve the people
Dedicated patriotic, fight wars to curb the evil

My bionic heart beats steady as an army drum
The only food I need is combat, so I'm'a git me some
Frag your dictator on his throne and take his tyrant crown
Invincible marine machine, you'll never take this giant down

I'm a war lord, and this my battlefield
I'm committed, no submission; that's what gits them cattle killed
Battle shield, on the frontline to defend from vermin nations
Confrontation, one solution; you will end in termination 

Kick it into overdrive to body your entire brigade
One hand on the Gatling with another throwin' fire grenades
Sam may be my uncle, but I'm a son of a lightning seed
And mama was a full clip; I'm one of the fighting breed

We got them infra-red eyes so we track you by heat
See hot, we git you dead; fight until we frak you complete
Robotic chips in heads, light 'em up, the blackest of beasts
We're the Arms Race

What was I built for? Death and destruction
Evolved for conflict eruption
My instruction: obliterate everything
I'm leveling, ravishing, perishing
Hydraulics lubricated with the blood of my enemies
My foes?In their graves; my infamy
Earned -- biotic of brutality
Monstrous machine, man of murder, a duality

Enhanced to eviscerate, plan to incinerate,
My kind proliferate, your souls we liberate, 
Reiterate: your bodies we'll desecrate
Slaughter invigorates those with greater fates
I'm excited to end your meaning
Audio receptors tuned to your breathing
Circuits sparking, metallic parts gleaming
Slow processing servos, enjoy your screaming

No Peace, No Rest
No Feast, Just Death
We reave for war
You'll breathe no more
200,000 PSI, I can take the heat
Fuck titanium, 15-5PH and meat
Fusion reactor fueled I'm the one to beat
No hope, no mercy, they'll be no retreat

I welcome your weak competitors
Rip you apart with my crushing capacitors
New race, new order, new set of parameters
Violence will be the new ambassadors
And for your last seconds on Earth
You'll learn you weren't much more than dirt
Arms Race in your image, but with fewer problems
No hearts, no souls, no empathy to stop them

We got them infra-red eyes so we track you by heat
See hot, we git you dead; fight until we frak you complete
Robotic chips in heads, light 'em up, the blackest of beasts
We're the Arms Race 

Borg Life