I’m death’s best friend,
That’s all I am, a tool of destruction,
I fly through the sky
And take along people’s lives.
I can’t have any friends
Because I hurt everyone I touch
Or anyone who crosses my path,
But I have no choice.
I am a puppet of whoever’s holding me,
I am an utter disaster
As I fuel my master’s plans,
And even if it’s not my idea I take the blame in the end.
I watch people destroy mankind,
Hurting other people or sometimes even themselves,
Then I just lay on the ground as people die
And watch as everyone around me breaks down and cries.
I want to change my identity
But a death machine is all I’ll be
Because I have only one task in life
And that’s go wherever I’m pointed when my master pulls the trigger.
