In Times of War Dying Fetus

Don't look back, nothing's left but the blood-red text on the planet Earth's epitaph:

"Here they lie, the human race
They fucked themselves, and laid Earth waste"
Blind to the fact that the bomb was coming down
Their sanity was sold for a beggar's hand-out
What they got is what they made
And the final act of this tragedy ends with pain

So drunk with power, they sit laughing at ground zero
One more drink, push a button, and let the fuckers go
It's a drama, it's a game, and lastly, it's a joke
What's left for the ones who never had a chance to know
That the powers inside are driven with the lust to fight
So they hand us their lies, and say it's gonna be alright
But the truth to it is, they tax us just to kill ourselves
And our very own bombs will blow us all to hell

Reckless, our neglect multiplies
Children of a cold war left behind

Come and see the doctor, Strangelove is here
No other superpower, nothing to fear
Who needs a fucking treaty, when we have guns
Fuck the little countries, lets have some fun