If I have to die, I want to die for love
With an AK-47 and a Hans Zimmer score
Ice purr controller vibrations
And green at night for private eyes
In an avatar that’s a franchise throwback
Strapped for the glossiest end of the world
A skeleton mask and a sexy accent
Only for the realest fans
Prowling deep in a pack of brothers
Clearing shadow spiral stairs
All my pixels silky vivid
Barging open architecture
Bruised museums of desert cities
Quartzite fog dressed paradise
Dragon hammer in the distance
Loyal as a samurai
Played by a perfect teenage boy
