Black Ops III

Lyrics

[Intro] World War II was a long time ago Nowadays things are a little more incredible [Verse 1] It's the year 2065, the human race is just as wise But it's had a bit too much to think lately I don't know if it's fit to drive We fit the fittest minds with a chip inside that can link and digitize That which, prior to this Was higher than science could ever devise This is a neural interface, we're going to stick it in your face 'Til it and your brain are interlaced There's an arms war on and we're going to win the race Leave everything erased, bring the bass (Man) [Chorus] Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team (Machine) Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream [Verse 2] Scientific progression is steamrolling There's no preventing it going ahead Now, we're intrinsically linked with technology Biology as we know it is dead Muscle and metal are toiling I'm not fussed if the kettle is boiling Just ready the mech, put the oil in There's a dastardly plot that needs foiling We are pursuing John Taylor, he and his unit have gone AWOL The motive is unclear But I'm guessing the trope is the one same old From New Guinea, Peru to Djibouti Things are getting all boomy and shooty So, gird up your loins and oil your booty And answer the Call of Duty (Man) [Chorus] Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team (Machine) Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream [Verse 3] My squad is behind me watching my hiney, not like that, blimey I hide right in plain sight and I defy thee that try to find me I see through​ the scope with closed eyes Finger and trigger they both collide The bullet travels as the crow flies and a bloke dies See the ghost rise or is it just smoke? I can't tell from the hell of the drone strikes (Bang, bang) Besides I'm preoccupied with fighting And losing is something I don't like Sealed with a kiss, hit you with my steel fist But it bloody hurt 'cause despite the outside, it's my real wrist Ah, now I'm real pissed So, let me tell you what the deal is When you deal with me and Black Ops You're in for a tough time on the front line Like Ferguson's Black Cops (Man) [Chorus] Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team (Machine) Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team (Machine) Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream