Sepultura — Beneath The Remains

In the middle of a war That was not started by me Deep depression of the nuclear remains I've never thought it 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 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