Testo UXO

The pilot blind by design
Scattered munitions, no target, no problem, uxo
The enemy unseen, a poor excuse just like it’s always been
Languid execution, costing generations
Cogs in the wheel, cogs in the machine
Never to wake, a stygian dream
The enemy unseen, a poor excuse just like it’s always been
Languid execution, costing generations Uxo, contaminate
Uxo, lie in wait
Praying, haunting, whispers
Ready to explode
No safety in sight
The kind of fear that keeps you up at night
It’s always there, under your bed, until the scars are burned inside your head
A stray moment means a missing limb; put back together with plates and pins
Cluster bomb payloads irrigate the soil
Fear becomes the vulture, eradicate the culture