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 gave 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      I'm in the hole for life   These subtle words fit right   Lord knows man needs a vice   On my knees in pain