Turbines

Vast wasteland in this desert plain. Inverted society survival of the fittest Hexed misfortune stronghold of my faith, A horizon of lost roads Before me, I will take! Quartz lit dial indicating my fate Running on fumes all the way, till I blaze! Cities in plague - Smoke filled sky Enslaved man - Bodies in the gutter Cities in plague - Apocalyptic ruin Enslaved man - Can't be saved Hand on the hammer,Always on the run Floored gas pedal, Reach the next level, Killing for resources It's in my blood for survival, Shotgun in hand, stone-cold eyes Make a sudden move, your demise Vast wasteland, In this desert plain, A horizon of lost roads, Before me I will take!