The cloud is thinning city has been blasted
World War Three three hours was all it lasted
I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die

Winds like fire burning my flesh
We have achieved assembly line death
Missiles in the sky crimson streaks
Horizon of concrete peaks
I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die

Clothe-less bodies lie in heaps
Burning flesh smells like meat
I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die