Текст песни
Shadows carve the desert dunes, empires trading fire
Proxy strings are pulling tight, igniting funeral pyres
Hush... the sky is threading gold tonight
America preaches the light but buries the troops in a luxury tomb
Five-star foxholes in the Gulf, sipping champagne through the sonic boom
Tourists as tactical shields, letting the innocent swallow the gloom
While brass kicks back in a penthouse suite—masking the slaughter with cordite perfume
Hypocrites howl at Hamas in the rubble of Gaza’s decay
While stacking munitions in lobby pavilions, blowing civilian survival away
Trump as the oracle, drenched in the crude, Bible in hand for the MAGA parade
Camo-clad Christians decreeing the mission: God is directing this holy crusade
Armageddon on camera, Revelations on loop
Commanders dictating the endgame: Soldiers, fall in with the troop
Taking the blueprint from frozen Ukraine—flooding the frontline with tactical green
Bleed out your proxies to balance the books, keeping the capital empire clean
Proxy apocalypse, blood on the sand!
Puppet and master, so who runs the land?
Washington pulling, or Tel Aviv rules?
Arming the zealots and bleeding the fools!
Oil empires feast while the faithful scream
Holy wars feeding the capitalist dream
Proxy apocalypse—heaven ablaze
Caught in the crossfire of freedom’s dark maze!
Bibi nods, the lobby throbs, rivers running thick with gold
AIPAC architects the act, politicians bought and sold
Zionists dreaming of Temple Three, lighting the sky with a phosphorus gleam
Trump on the timeline tweeting the trumpets: Beautiful end to the biblical dream!
Monarchs are seething in shadows of wealth—runways crack under the heat
Skylines are shattered by shrapnel and glass, American metal raining on the street
Axis of Persia is splintering down, proxies are dropping like autumn debris
But every ballistic reply just exposes the theft of the global decree
Double standards dripping like tar from the veins
Condemning their cages while forging your chains!
I want a velvet chaise longue in the Iraqi dust
Reclining in ruins, watching iron turn to rust
Barefoot in the sand, forbidden smoke between my lips
Watching rockets stitch the dark in apocalyptic blips
Golden threads of vengeance arcing out the Persian night
Hunting Israel's core, a blinding, terrifying light
And the silver screams reply, tearing atmospheres in two
Stitching up frontiers where broken empires bleed anew
No flags. No anthems. Just the hush of burning air
A silent missile opera, painting prophecies unfair
Suspended in the glowing ash, the truth is floating bare
We're lounging in the jaws of hell... pretending we're not there
Proxy apocalypse, graves in the glow!
Sacred texts dripping, the kings overthrown!
Fuck the divine, the anointed facade
Profit is king, and the dollar is God!
Eternal infernal, the flames rising higher
Wake up the world, we are fuel for the fire!
Puppets are dancing, the ashes rain down
Proxy apocalypse burning the crown
