The wind
The war
I'm burning out
Is this the end
The bombs are raining hell
I see
the real me
Floating out to space
Blown to bits
Where's the human race
Slave
Well it's immortal right
But I'll give it a try
As they fly through the air
Doubters beware
My home
Below
A blissful place
Stuck in this silo
I live alone
Make the best of what i own
Trusty
Gold key
Ready to kindle the globe
Please lay these arms to rest
My will is running low
Slave
Well it's immortal right
But I gave it a try
While the faces stare
At the hideous glare