In The Hole - Armored Saint

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