DRONES OVER TEHRAN

One, two — one, two, three Yeah Underground signal, thunder in the skyline Engines roar when the squadrons align Like a million turbines spinning in the night wind You can’t halt a train once the steel starts grindin’ Who want smoke? Better come prepared Radar locked when the pilots stare When we roll through the dark night air By sunrise everybody know the name there Forecast said it was calm all week Now the sirens sing and the city can’t sleep Satellites watching every heartbeat Steel birds glide where the shadows meet Flips with no net in the jet stream fast History moving, the moment won’t pass Two-zero-two-something — world on blast Whole globe spinning too quick to grasp Anything goes when the pressure climbs Be who you be but respect the signs Lines in the sand and the wires and mines Consequences ticking like digital time Might brush flame where the desert glows Markets open but the tension grows Rumors fly where the pipeline flows Messages coded in radio tones Look what arrived in the midnight crate Circuits, steel, and encrypted fate Briefing rooms with the maps laid straight Stacks of questions the world debates Cures for plagues, cures for pain But the news cycle locked on missiles and flame Leaders shouting on every channel again While the streetlights flicker in the desert rain Back home screens light the living room wall Talking ‘bout power, the rise and the fall Thoughts moving fast like a hypersonic call Trying to make sense of it all Hello world, let your mind breathe slow Every story got another shadow Don’t raise thunder unless you plan to throw (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Yeah, yeah Don’t light the sky unless you mean that spark (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Yeah Don’t pull the trigger if the aim ain’t strong (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Ha—yeah Don’t start the storm if it’s rolling too long (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Uno, dos, tres — it’s on Did you ever hear the war room echo through a microphone? Strategists talking while the screens stay bright Big moves happen in the middle of the night Like a chessboard spinning under neon light Data streams flying at satellite height Convoys roll through the canyon tight Engines humming in the pale moonlight Backseat radios crackle the code Generals pacing down the corridor road Every nation watching overload Every headline heavy on the global node Should’ve slowed down, should’ve cooled the flame But pride and power play the same old game Deals collapse and the blame gets named Now the sky’s alive with mechanical rain Families waiting by the evening news Trying to understand the moves Kids ask questions nobody can choose What tomorrow the world might lose Lock all the doors, keep the lights down low Signals moving where the networks glow History turning whether fast or slow Storm clouds forming where the hot winds blow Talk show fighters trying to get a rise But the real world moving behind closed eyes Pilots flying where the desert lies Steel wings cutting through midnight skies When the tension rise and the sirens cry Everybody looking to the sky Don’t raise thunder unless you plan to throw (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Don’t light the sky unless you mean that spark (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Don’t pull the trigger if the aim ain’t strong (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Don’t start the storm if it’s rolling too long (Drones over Tehran, yeah) Nod your head — night watch Nod your head — sky march Nod your head — radar Nod your head — war charge Power rhythm, electric revival Power rhythm, global survival Power rhythm, wires and arrival Power rhythm, digital tribal Power rhythm, engines and fire Power rhythm, signals on wire Power rhythm, tension climbs higher Power rhythm, world on the wire