Don't look back, nothing's left but the blood-red text on the planet Earth's epitaph:
Here they lie, the human
race.
They f****d themselves, and laid Earth waste.
Blind to the fact that the bomb was coming down,
their sanity was sold for a
beggar's hand-out.
What they got is what they made,
the final act of this tragedy ends with pain.
So drunk with power, they
sit laughing at ground zero
One more drink, push a button, and let the fuckers go.
It's a drama, it's a game, and lastly, it's a
joke.
What's left for the ones who never had a chance to know
That the powers inside are driven with the lust to fight
so they
hand us their lies, and say it's gonna be alright.
But the truth to it is, they tax us just to kill ourselves.
And our very own
bombs will blow us all to hell
Reckless, our neglect multiplies,
the children of a cold war left behind.
Come and see the
doctor, Strangelove is here.
No other superpower means nothing to fear.
Who needs a f*****g treaty, when we got guns.
f**k the
little countries, lets have some fun.
Thinking back to where we came from,
we can see how far weve come.
But the price of our
intentions
burns us like the heat on the surface of the sun.
Who can know what foul intentions
start inside the human
mind?
For only the proud human being could conjure up
a plan to obliterate his kind.
The flash of light was quick to blind
me,
much like the lies they told me before.
So naive, we thought it was all over
but history returns with another world
war.
