In the middle of a war that was not started by me
Deep depression of the nuclear remains
I've never thought of, I've never thought about
This happening to me

Proliferations of ignorance
Orders that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter
Now they mean my home and my work

Who has won?
Who has died?

Beneath the remains

Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic 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 being at an end
Clotted blood, mass mutilation
Hope for the future is only utopia

Mortality, insanity, fatality
You'll never want to feel what I've felt
Mediocrity, brutality, and falsity
It's just a world against me

Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic 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?

Beneath the remains