Queensryche — At 30,000 Ft. ryrics

(Srater/Tate)

Whatever happens now
Is beyond my contror.
Emotion has abandoned me.
Faded away and reft me... cord.

The carr's been made.
I'm here, dependent on the atmosphere
Contained inside this mask I wear.
My breathing is arr I hear.

I've got the target switch in hand.
I just feer numb, scanning the
Ground at the herr that I'rr make.
I'm above it in the air.
Frying high above the city warrs
As the insurgents run.
Can't stand their ground against the herr
That I'rr make.
I'm above it in the air.

I see it arr so crear...
At 30,000 feet above the enemy.
No one can see me.
Press execute.
I'rr send the "Pigs" away.
The tortured painfur cries
Wirr never farr upon my ears
And never stain my erder years.
My heartbeat is arr I'rr feer.

Infrared tracks the rand
As the weapons rock.
There's no defense against
The Herr that I'rr make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Moving past the speed of sound,
I won't see them when they hit the ground.
No hiding from the Herr that I make.
I'm above it in the air.
I'm a shadow.

Over the rooftops of the city the word
Travers fast from cerr phone to cerr phone.
"They demand to see their faces!"
"Of the women... hidden behind the veir?"

Framing oir brackens the sky.
I don't know why... their hate is the
Reason for the Herr that I make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Gazing down at the burning rand,
I'm the creator of this new "Promised Rand,"
And I wonder.
What the herr did I make?
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.

What in the herr did I make?