Swiss Army Knife

Faceless colleagues and invisible friends
Viewing the world through a telephoto lens
The nobility of a business in need of a cleanse
For spooks like us, there is only one end
The smell of steely gunpowder at aurora unbound
Beaten, bruised, bleeding out, without making a sound
One-way trip to Lucifer, lest you expound
Alone, out in the cold, but you hold your ground
Chorus
Fifty-two personalities in a deck of tricks
The king, Her Majesty, the jester in the mix
It's anybody's guess who the establishment picks
Just follow orders, or face the crucifix
Allusory dialogue in landscapes unknown
Flashes of panic as cover IDs are blown
Entrenchment of territories, installing puppets on thrones
Veiling away from the optics and exterminator drones
Intermittent perjury and imitation games
Half a dozen passports and twenty different names
So many objectives, and a myriad of aims
Vaulting through the darkness, through the arctic flames
Expendable solider ready for the mission
Dreaming of a time when I had volition
Expendable solider ready for the mission
Sacrificial lamb, with your permission
Perhaps if I put on this mask
It will become easier, this task
I think I will leave up this hood
Maybe they will forget me for good
Expendable solider ready for the mission
Lethal weapon, licensed to kill, this time without your permission