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

soldier of harmageddon, 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 hellspawned

warhead...

they've marched with banners and they've torn down the wall

onware to new tomorrow, it illuminates them all

I was left anone to sulk in ther 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 guar against the coming of the judgement day 

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

warhead...

nothing really maters 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

ashes will be washed away in this all consuming rain.