Get To The Chopper

[Verse 1]
Mask on
Heat vision in the treeline
Click-click
Then your whole squad flatlines
You brought blades
It brought a whole spine
Trophies on the wall from a dozen timelines
You quote space wars
I quote war paint
You got toy sabers
I got skinned saints
Jungle to the city to the burning snow
Every hunt
Every planet
Same death row
[Chorus]
Best of the best
Better run
Better conquer
If you don't feel the same
Get to the chopper (hey!)
Every other franchise just cheap jump-scares
This is blood
This is mud
This is flayed nightmares
Best of the best
Yeah
It cuts even sharper
If you don't feel the same
Get to the chopper
[Verse 2]
Laser dots dancing on your weak plot armor
Your heroes monologue
Mine just stalk harder
You chase haunted dolls
Tired masked slashers
I chase hotter prey
Bigger blast patterns
Spines in a pile
That’s a box set flex
Every skull on the ship is a special effects
You worship empires and their family drama
I drop in cloaked
Pure primal karma
[Chorus]
Best of the best
Better run
Better conquer
If you don't feel the same
Get to the chopper (get gone!)
Every other franchise just cheap jump-scares
This is blood
This is mud
This is flayed nightmares
Best of the best
Yeah
It cuts even sharper
If you don't feel the same
Get to the chopper

Aggressive cinematic trap-metal: drop-tuned guitars chug over pounding drums and sub-bass, with glitchy sci-fi FX. Male vocals snarl in the verses, shout-along gang vocals on the hook. Big halftime breakdown before final chorus, lots of stop-start hits for headbanging emphasis.