Black Ops III - Dan Bull

World War II was a long time ago

Nowadays things are a little more

Incredible

It’s the year 2065

The human race is just as wise

But it’s had a bit too much to think lately

I don’t know if it’s fit to drive

We fit the fittest minds with a chip inside

That can link and digitise

That which prior to this

Was higher than science could ever devise

This is a neural interface

We’re going to stick it in your face

'til it and your brain are interlaced

There’s an arms war on

And we’re going to win the race

Leave everything erased

Bring the bass (man)

Man and machine

Weaved like tapestry

Man what a team (machine)

Man and machine

Human minds can’t handle the dream

Scientific progression is steamrolling

There’s no preventing it going ahead

Now we’re intrinsically linked with technology

Biology as we know it is dead

Muscle and metal are toiling

I’m not fussed of the kettle is boiling

Just ready the mech, put the oil in

There’s a dastardly plot that needs foiling

We are pursuing John Taylor

He and his unit have gone awol

The motive is unclear

But I’m guessing the trope is the one same old

From New Guinea, Peru to Djibouti

Things are getting all boomy and shooty

So gird up your loins and oil your booty

And answer the Call of Duty (man)

Man and machine

Weaved like tapestry

Man what a team (machine)

Man and machine

Human minds can’t handle the dream

My squad is behind me watching my hiney

Not like that

Blimey

I hide right in plain sight

And I defy thee to try to find me

I see throught the scope with closed eyes

Finger and trigger they both collide

The bullet travels as the crow flies

And a bloke dies

See the ghost rise

Or is it just smoke?

I can’t tell from the hell of the drone strikes (bang bang)

Besides I’m preoccupied with fighting

And losing is something I don’t like

Sealed with a kiss

Hit you with my steel fist

But it bloody hurts

Cause despite the outside it’s my real wrist

Ah, now I’m real pissed

So let me tell you what the deal is

When you deal with me and black ops

You’re in for a tough time on the front line

Like Ferguson’s black cops (man)

Man and machine

Weaved like tapestry

Man what a team (machine)

Man and machine

Human minds can’t handle the dream

Man and machine

Weaved like tapestry

Man what a team (machine)

Man and machine

Human minds can’t handle the dream