One, two — one, two, threeYeahUnderground signal, thunder in the skylineEngines roar when the squadrons alignLike a million turbines spinning in the night windYou can’t halt a train once the steel starts grindin’Who want smoke? Better come preparedRadar locked when the pilots stareWhen we roll through the dark night airBy sunrise everybody know the name thereForecast said it was calm all weekNow the sirens sing and the city can’t sleepSatellites watching every heartbeatSteel birds glide where the shadows meetFlips with no net in the jet stream fastHistory moving, the moment won’t passTwo-zero-two-something — world on blastWhole globe spinning too quick to graspAnything goes when the pressure climbsBe who you be but respect the signsLines in the sand and the wires and minesConsequences ticking like digital timeMight brush flame where the desert glowsMarkets open but the tension growsRumors fly where the pipeline flowsMessages coded in radio tonesLook what arrived in the midnight crateCircuits, steel, and encrypted fateBriefing rooms with the maps laid straightStacks of questions the world debatesCures for plagues, cures for painBut the news cycle locked on missiles and flameLeaders shouting on every channel againWhile the streetlights flicker in the desert rainBack home screens light the living room wallTalking ‘bout power, the rise and the fallThoughts moving fast like a hypersonic callTrying to make sense of it allHello world, let your mind breathe slowEvery story got another shadowDon’t raise thunder unless you plan to throw(Drones over Tehran, yeah)Yeah, yeahDon’t light the sky unless you mean that spark(Drones over Tehran, yeah)YeahDon’t pull the trigger if the aim ain’t strong(Drones over Tehran, yeah)Ha—yeahDon’t start the storm if it’s rolling too long(Drones over Tehran, yeah)Uno, dos, tres — it’s onDid you ever hear the war room echo through a microphone?Strategists talking while the screens stay brightBig moves happen in the middle of the nightLike a chessboard spinning under neon lightData streams flying at satellite heightConvoys roll through the canyon tightEngines humming in the pale moonlightBackseat radios crackle the codeGenerals pacing down the corridor roadEvery nation watching overloadEvery headline heavy on the global nodeShould’ve slowed down, should’ve cooled the flameBut pride and power play the same old gameDeals collapse and the blame gets namedNow the sky’s alive with mechanical rainFamilies waiting by the evening newsTrying to understand the movesKids ask questions nobody can chooseWhat tomorrow the world might loseLock all the doors, keep the lights down lowSignals moving where the networks glowHistory turning whether fast or slowStorm clouds forming where the hot winds blowTalk show fighters trying to get a riseBut the real world moving behind closed eyesPilots flying where the desert liesSteel wings cutting through midnight skiesWhen the tension rise and the sirens cryEverybody looking to the skyDon’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 watchNod your head — sky marchNod your head — radarNod your head — war chargePower rhythm, electric revivalPower rhythm, global survivalPower rhythm, wires and arrivalPower rhythm, digital tribalPower rhythm, engines and firePower rhythm, signals on wirePower rhythm, tension climbs higherPower rhythm, world on the wire