Warhead - Tarot

The proud son of proud fathers, the feared and fearless me

Soldier of armageddon, I was born to fly free

Now they see a wasted resource, I’m banished, I’m scorned

Lonely in my rusty shell a restless mind hell spawned

Warhead…

They’ve marched with banners and they’ve torn down the wall

Onward to new tomorrow, it illuminates them all

I was left alone to sulk in there rift they had to heal

Forgotten threat still lives on in this body of steel

Warhead…

They say they’ll make a deal, trying to pull the very last fang

They think that I’m asleep but I’m ready to make a bang

They thought to guard against the coming of the judgment day

I’ll just say let there be light and there’ll be hell to pay

Warhead…

Nothing really matters now, the weak they just complain

Do they thin their lives somehow have any worth to gain?

Naked in the blast like flies, they’ll leave an oily stain

She will be washed away in this all consuming rain