The Prophecy

Living under a constant fear Machines; Artillery; Cyborgs with gear Living now as you may see That was then; this is misery Fully equipped here they come They can't be stopped Only the strong survive; and the weak shall perish In the end, you will find that nothing's sane here War Constant battle Total destruction Only the strong survive; and the weak shall perish In the end, you will find that nothing's sane here A living hell Man-made machines built for war Killing machines that can ignore The pain; feelings; anything That could be from human beings