Song about being tracked by a satellite.

“Got a lock, three seconds west of boresight.”

“Aim and fix, please.”

“...Done. Switching from search to track. Subject is engaged with one of the sweepers.”

“Is she still connected?”

“Yes, activating now... she’s headed to retrieve the effector from the ladies.”

“Get a feed inside the venue, please.”

“Showing on screen ninety... Detected the objective in his jacket. Got an IR feed. Glowing right through the bag, guy’s an amateur.”

“Authorise the sweeper to full activation and retrieve objective.”

“And the carrier?”

“If he doesn’t give it up, tell her to shoot the fucker.”

Blackout,

She says she likes the leather jacket,

Crimson,

Wonder loudly if I’d hack it,

Silent,

I keep a lid on,

Protect the pieces that I’ve got the grid on,

Trip a wire when I ask about the price,

“Nice shades, but the mirror’s catching light”

Nice chase, but we’re all aware now,

I’m there and back and now she’s spinning hyperscaler might,

Her turn to stare,

She knows I’m twigging,

I know she’s spare,

We get to business,

And it’s a problem,

Without the tracking, pairing up’s an option but there’s no escape

From eyes that spin around the planet,

And I think she might be here to call the race,

Call it bad luck or maybe I’m a magnet

For the ones who’d target paint my pretty face

Dodge eclipse, like it’s '39 again,

Like the sun ain’t safe from coming round the delta,

Dream of dark Knights, they’re out of time again,

Bend the arc of moral justice out of shape,

I’m out of red tape, so let’s revive our friends,

Cape of arowana teeth and facemelters,

Is it wrong to be born to break again?

I don’t wanna live as food for world enders,

Cut crease, fourth in line for winged glance,

Dripping silver sliding down the arms,

I forget the parts about the risk to health,

When I’m alive, I’m living like myself, (peak)

When I’m alive I’m living like the visions you’ve been having

Ridden with decadal decadance and panic

Frozen in a smile stretched across the bones,

Or maybe I’m just loving dancing on my own

(Red, dead, painted flat on the street)

(Neutralisah set, let’s rinse and repeat)

(Send the fix along to fire control)

(Red, dead, I want him red, dead, I want him red dead)

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