Текст JT Machinima – The World’s The War

Soon the world won’t have to ask
How much impact one assassin has
It happened fast, like like a match to gas
We watch the world take a tragic path

JT Machinima:
To when we felt the blast, and our castle cracked
Our defenses shattered, we were collapsing fast
And my lungs were filled with ash and acid gas
Pockets full of tags from every chap I’ve stabbed
Yes, I have regrets, but I had to act
Would I rather be dead than adapt to that?
Let me rest in Peace, where’s my casket at
I’m not a basket case, this is my habitat
We’ve got a knack for massive weapons, that’s a fact
Won’t be long before we’re catching flak for that
Every trench we made, was an effective grave
Getting attacked in waves, crashing back to back
It’s time I take, the wheel and run
I’m driving tanks, and wielding guns
I’ll fly a plane if it’s means stealing one
You can deal with war, can you deal with puns?
I’ll be making sure, this Battlefield is won!

Hook:
The war’s is the world, the world’s the war
A fire burns, we can’t ignore
The gears will turn, as we’re reborn

Neebs Gaming:
Now listen closely to me soldier
When you feel the world on your shoulders
You just need to blow off some steam

JT Machinima:
Do you know what to do with that, Neebs?

Neebs Gaming:
Wait a second, is that magnetic?

JT Machinima
If you don’t know that, then just forget it
Attention squad, we’re gonna need a medic

Neebs Gaming:
I can see a jeep, I really need to wreck it!
To destruction, I’m devoted
That’s why my methods are a bit explosive
Cooking a grenade before I throw it
(Locomotive coming) Duly noted!
Got an AT-Rocket, lock and load it
Plant some dynamites and wait a moment
Hopefully I’ll be the one to blow it
And if I’m lucky, PROMOTED!!

Hook

I don’t need a cape to be a man of steel
But I’m not a hero, cuz if that was real
My disastrous habits wouldn’t have appeal
When I see destruction, I get Battlefeels
Back on the saddle in Battlefield
When I slaughter you, you’ll know how cattle feel
Who knows how many casualites that’ll yield
(What if we surrender, can we have a deal?)
That’s off the table, save your breath
I’ve been called the ace, where you place your bets
I’m a plane guy, ain’t a space cadet
Your only Call of Duty is to pay your debts
I’m declaring war, you’re just making threats
I’m the hype train you ain’t derailing yet
Stay away from places that my tank can get
I’ll break your walls down and pave the way with treads
You’ll make a great display on my bayonet
A whole generation felt lost
Return home, broken shellshocked
From the bunkers we fell into Hell’s maw
Showed a dark side, noone else saw
The blood of friends is on my hands
It’s not the time for sitting on the fence
Even if you want, you can’t hop a trench
So just put your foot down on some Ottomans
If they’re on our land, we’ll defend it
And then we’ll implement demented methods
Meant for impairing our enemies’ senses
While preparing our weapon and wrenches
For repairing the mess in our engines
Killin’ Jerry’s and wrecking their census
Then I’ll carry my friends to protection
And bury the rest in the trenches!

Hook