Warhead

the pround son of proud fathers, the feared and fearless me soldier of armageddon,
I was born to fly free now they see a wasted resource,
Im banished,
Im scorned lonely in my rusty shell a restless mind hellspawned warhead... theyve marched with banners and theyve torn down the wall onware to new tomorrow, it illuminates them all
I was left alone to sulk in there rift they had to heal forgotten threat still lives on in this body of steel warhead... they say theyll make a deal, trying to pull the very last fang they think that
Im asleep but
Im ready to make a bang they thought to guar against the coming of the judgement day
Ill just say let there be light and therell be hell to pay warhead... nothing really maters now, the weak they just complain do they thin their lives somehow have any worth to gain? naked in the blast like flies, theyll leave an oily stain ashes will be washed away in this all consuming rain.