They say we won
The birds of war
No longer clouds the sky
Their destructive load
Have already scorched the earth
Covers the ground
And cold winds blows
Through ruined land
The sky is filled
With radioactive dust
Coloring gray
The once blue sky
We scurry like rats
Through the garbage heap of man
Hiding under ground
From the Acid Rain
We spend our time
Mourning civilization Lost
Trying to keep our dignity
In this living hell
Trying to find motivation
To take another breath
Trying to find inspiration
For some kind of happiness
The war is over
They say we won
But I sometimes wonder
If the victors weren’t
The ones who’s dead