Taylor - The dreams of Master Chief.txt
Pt.1
- Godmorning sir, please identify yourself.
- John-117...
(or at least I think so... everything is dark... where am i?)
- Chief? This is Cortana. Are you ready?
- Huh? What?
- We're heading out.
Starlight express, I'm suiting up and getting ready
The enviroment is damp, dark and the setting's heavy
Machinegun, rifle and granates are all strapped to me
Fuck around? I don't think so because I'm the master chief
My green armor suit is shining as I step out in the sunlight
I see covenants running so I'm preparing for a bumfight
Fullclip loaded as I engage to make the beasts stop there
*Boom* One down and I'm aiming at another one in my crosshair
My spartan heritage is pumping behind my golden visire
Cold as ice, ruthless, I'm a cold blooded soldier, fighter
The marine forces are gathering behind me, strapped and ready
Aww shit, a phantom's blasting at us and the attack is heavy
I'm dodging behind the warthog on my left, getting ready to shoot
BLAM! BLAM! two more covenants dead and I'm just setting the mood
Something in my past changed me, my personality and left me deadliy
Then I wake up from my dream and now I'm suiting up and getting ready
Allas våran Taylor har inget konto här på whoa längre, så han bad mig slänga upp den.
damn, what's wrong with my generation?
we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
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