[Verse 1]
In the steel gut of the Gun Bus, engines scream and roar
Powder smoke fills the darkness, burning through the floor
Vietnam unfolds beneath us, a sea of green and pain
Rivers cut like open wounds across the endless plain
[Pre-Chorus]
Same ritual every morning, doors sealed, rotors spin
Climb above the treeline, let the killing begin
They called me the Machine, cold and built for war
No heart, no name, just the trigger I wore
[Chorus]
Gun Bus Machine, steel heart, iron veins
Finger on the trigger through the smoke and flames
Visor like a television, death on constant play
Till the paper dragon stole the war away
[Verse 2]
Days dissolved in fire and echoes, casings at my feet
I laughed with the crew like butchers on an empty street
Any movement on the ground became a target fair
Press the button, watch them scatter in the burning air
[Pre-Chorus]
Same ritual every morning, doors sealed, rotors spin
Climb above the treeline, let the killing begin
They called me the Machine, cold and built for war
No heart, no name, just the trigger I wore
[Chorus]
Gun Bus Machine, steel heart, iron veins
Finger on the trigger through the smoke and flames
Visor like a television, death on constant play
Till the paper dragon stole the war away
[Verse 3]
Then the boy appeared below me, barefoot, thin and small
White paper dragon dancing in his fragile hold
He looked up at the monster roaring in the sky
Curious eyes, no terror, just a question flying high
[Pre-Chorus]
Same ritual every morning, doors sealed, rotors spin
Climb above the treeline, let the killing begin
They called me the Machine… but something cracked the core
The dragon lit a fire that the machine ignored
[Metal Guitar Solo]
(Shredding chaos — rotor blades screaming into dive-bomb riffs, machine-gun bursts into wailing bends, then sudden silence like a broken trigger)
[Breakdown]
(Slow, crushing chug — low and heavy)
The sender…
IS OUT!
The sender…
IS OUT!
No more routine, the dragon set me free
War still turns, but it turns without me
[Chorus]
Gun Bus Machine, steel heart, iron veins
Finger on the trigger through the smoke and flames
Visor like a television, death on constant play
Till the paper dragon stole the war away
[Final Chorus]
Gun Bus Machine… the sender is out
One white kite stronger than a thousand rounds
Gun Bus Machine… the sender is out
That fragile dragon still flying when the rest burned down
StormFire
