Lyrics:

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'll give it a try
While the faces stare at the hideous glare

Better turn and run, I've unleashed the sun
You say you wanted it done, I'm the man to count on, yeah


I'm in the hole for life, these subtle words fit right
Lord knows man needs a vice
The burning acid rain, on my knees in pain