In the meddie of a war the that was not Started by me Deep depression of the nuclear Remains Live never thought of I\'ve never Thought about This happening of ignorance Orders that stand to destroy Battlerfields and slaughter Now they mean my home, and my work Who has won? Who has died? Beneath the remains Citiesin ruins Bodies packed on minefields Nevrotic game of life and death Now I can feel the end Premonition about my final hour A sad image of everything Everything\'s so real Who has won? Who has died? Everything happened so quickly I felt I was about to leave hell I\'ll fight for myself, for you, But so what To feel a deep hate To feel scared But beyond that, To wish begin at an end Clotted blood Mass mutilation Hope for the future is only utopia