Tracking the Enemy

I'm at an altitute of 30,000 feet and I'm still rising
despite my fear of heights, the sight of murder drives me
heads chopped off, soldiers dieing for no reason
there are times when u can hunt animals, but humans dont have a season
the pressure around me slowly begins to clog my ears
i can feel my heart shift as my fear dissapears
i turn on my missiles and prepare to launch
aware that this blow will be the victory punch
see the enemy in front of me, about 600 feet away
give myself a quick smile, its that guy's last day
shoot the first bomb but he swurves astray
thinking to myself, there is no way this guy is gona die another day.
Speed up, now i'm on his tail
just when i shoot, he begins to bail
now i know he scared and is running for his life
i can almost feel the sweat on his face as he is remembering his wife
But this is war and i cant feel sorry
because if he got the chance, he woudnt think twice to pop me
its a cat and mouse chase now, and this cat is hungry
giving up is not an option, death is not a boundary
then all of a sudden, he flies to the right
at top speed, so i almost lose sight
this guy isnt a bad pilot, ill give him that
its too bad he gota die by a missle or bat
the sun is setting, its a beautiful sight to see
now i know for sure, killing him is the only way to be
track him down and now to him, i am locked
there's no way to dodge this, the flares cant have it blocked
say my prayers and deliver the final blow
watch peacefully as his aircraft blows
i reach the ground and am pleasantly greeted
because in protecting my country, i have succeeded.