For those that are able   To go underground   Missiles disenable   They hit faster than sound   They're coming and you have no choice   The helpless with one human foice   That will categorically say   This underdog will have his day      One more dead is one more than it ought to be   A travesty   One more missed will be kissed to eternity   Or purgatory      After the war      Red button he's pressing   But he knows not why   He's programming orders   War lights up the sky   He's on the hotline tonight   His mind is high as a kite   His fingers decide wrong or right   This man has it all in his sights      Used as tools to believe in autonomy   Minorities are no more   Men are fools, one last cry to humanity   No sanity any more      After the war      On my arm, a tattoo for my sons to be   That numbers you and me   There's a scar on my face   That is photographed for all to see      After the war