Orbital Artillery (Feat. DESTROYER-CHAN) | Charli Morgan | synth-country, math rock

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This is a song about Destroyer-chan. Turns out that she like her job. A lot. Like a weird amount, really.
Closed captions are available if the lyrics are hard to understand. Enjoy! 🤍
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LYRICS
Firestorm, this is Charlie-four
I need the big one.
No fear, cavalier
Be advised to steer clear
Bring it down, turn me on
Through the smoke, I'm havin' fun
Lookin' up, feelin' it,
There is no denying shit
Some will say it's "overkill"
That's my name, it fits the bill,
Rely on me to make blood spill.
Just a bit, of a mess
Detonations make me wet
Bring it down, give me more
Penetrate into my core.
I won't say it ain't me;
It's Orbital Artillery!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Bring me souls.
Firestorm, takin' tolls,
Wanna' watch them heads roll-
No holds, goal post: Planetside
Bringin' home fresh hides.
Liberty, always on call for me!
Counting down,
One, two, three
Show me
Terminal velocity!
Steel rain, from the sky
Kiss the craters, watch 'em die.
I'm a god-damned machine
Livin' out my wild dreams.
Big barrage, from on high
Look at me live my best life.
Dark clouds, thunder loud
My job makes me so proud.
Feel heat, hear the roar
Big ones make me beg for more.
Lookin' up, feelin' bliss,
Aroused by every hit and miss.
Fire, fury, pure delight
Coming in the blinding light.
Can't get enough, don't you see?
It's what big ones do to me.
Feelin' damp and oh-so-pretty
Round the craters, it's fuck-city.
Wet and wild, big dumb grins,
This is how I get our wins.
Every strike and every round
Pleasure found in every pound
Down here, I feel free;
It's Orbital Artillery!
Copy, Firestorm.
End mission, target suppressed.
Fire for effect, over.
Boom-Boom! Kill-Kill!
Look at all the blood spill
Boom-Boom! Kill-Kill!
I am the (Boom!) Battle queen
(Boom!) Loading up the broadside,
I am God in the (Boom!) Machine!
On one, (Boom!) two, three,
This is terminal velocity!
No fear, cavalier
Be advised, get out of here.
Final strike, end the fight
Guided by the satellite
I get so hot the air ignites.
Of every touch, every sound
When the bombs hit the ground
Heat and fire, pure delight
Coming in the dead of night
War machines, battle queen
It's only here that I'll be seen.
Never fades, never falls
Standing tall and dropping jaws!
Boom! Boom! Bring me souls.
Firestorm, takin' tolls,
Wanna' watch them heads roll-
No holds, squad goals
Fresh-fucked and feelin' bold
Democracy's in love with me!
Everyone wants to fuck me!
Counting down, one, two, three
Everyone wants to fuck me!
Wet and wild, hot and fresh
Say that "big guns are the best."
Thanks for that, Charlie-Four,
Tell me when you need some more.
Roger, Charlie-four.
Mission complete, out.