UGM-133

Dormant violence lies like cancerous cells
Where past sins remind us of future's hell
Where the air strips blackened skin from bone
Under the mushroom cloud above your homes
Twisted tongues spit from the sons of atom
Our infatuation with destruction

In a noiseless flash
In the blink of an eye
You're knocked off your feet as the sky turns white

Staring down at the cities remains
Walking through these empty streets
Run for cover as the hard rain falls
Awakened apocalypse is here to take us all

Mutually assured destruction
Our past fears
Resurrection
I want to hold oblivion in my hands
To touch beyond what I don't understand
I want to hold oblivion in my hands
Hands, hands, hands

From the ocean into the ground
Buried in the ashes
Deafened by the sound
I want to hold oblivion in my hand
To touch beyond
What I don't understand



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Miles Greaves, Sebastion Good, Maxwell Oscar James Griffin
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