I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever say
The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion
A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire
I'm not sorry, we had it coming

A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake up call
Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream
The bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my love
Please remember me
There is no more...