Warhead
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.
