I’m sailing from grid to grid
longitude latitude calculations
I’m not free at all
I’m a tool of many nations

My eye sees but doesn’t see
whatever was can never be
I’ll dive down hard when directed
because I’m the tool that you elected

I’ll evaporate your conscience
because when I strike I’ll burn the kill
you sentients can’t face the truth
but I’m the tool that will

I’m just a toggle tweak away
from fucking up your perfect day
I’m on patrol up in the blue
and I’m the tool to kill for you