Dawn of a Dark Day feat. Foreign Beggars

Descend the synapse, chill factor 60
Microverse entered, so black it's slipstream
Dim both the headlights, melt into the background
Force field activate, Operation Black Cloud
Operation Sub-Source, engage for handover
Reset the mind field, this one we planned sober
We stand closer, fallback to vessel 2
Team in position, go and smack the destitute
Ready to transmit, gridmap to the freeload 
Construct to rhythm talk, stand by to decode 
Survey the battlefield like 
Saito of the blacktop
 Power up the ammo yield, cloaked up i'm black-ops I accel the white mist, cyber-brain circuits look to pinpoint,
 My sight fixed, brace for the kickback, zoomed in i'm pressing in,
 Ghost hack their firewall, squeezed on the ??? 
And respond to the Messiah's call 
Black Sun, Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day 
Re-emerge, as they fade away
 Landscape mine-swept, feel the upheaval
Widespread of grievance, no sight of people
Trails of mass movement, slowly diminishing
As the earth burns, my back spurns are grimacing
Bittersweet silhouette, promise of a new age
Eclipsed by a red mist, all above a blue haze
All I see is carrion, souls flee the star scape
Black Sun Empire, dawn of a dark day
Feet pounding the asphalt, streets clouded in ash fall
Silently we remember as we step through the embers
The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses
No more pretenses, smoldering picket fences
Head riled, we tread south, gathering wounded stragglers
Silence is our language, shattered by wounded travelers
Battered by the heat swell, dust reflects in 3 tone,
The future's in our hands once we resurrect the genome