Sepultura

In the middle of a war that was not started by me
Deep depression of the nuclear remains
I've never thought of
I've never thought about
This happening to me
Prolirefations of ignorance
Ordes that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter
Now they mean my home and work
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
Cities and ruins, bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can deel the end
Premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything
Evrything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Everything happened so quickly
I felt I was about to leave hell
I'll fight for myself, for you
But so what?
To feel a deep hate
To feel scared
But beyond that, to wish being at an end
Clotted blood
Mass mutilation
Hope for the future is only utopia
Mortality, Insanity, Fatality
You'll never want to feel what I felt
Mediocrity, Brutality and Falsity
It's just a world against me
Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end
Premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything
Everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains