Wake Up -

Production of deadly chemical arms

Lusting for power

Battle lines drawn

Troops in position

Battalions await

Sowing the seeds of our impending fate

Ashes to ashes

Bodies to burn

Senseless and endless

They never learn

Wake up screaming

Wake up screaming

Wake up screaming

Wake up screaming

A bomb the life from mother and son

God is a bullet

Heaven a gun

Superior fashioned from nuclear waste

The well has been poisoned

Just have a taste

We had all the peace money could buy

That’s over now

We’re all gonna die