For those that are able
  To go underground
  Missiles disenable
  They hit faster than sound
  They're coming and you have no choice
  The helpless with one human voice
  That will categorically say
  This underdog will have his day
  
  One more dead is one more than it ought to be
  A travesty
  One more missed will be kissed to eternity
  Or purgatory
  
  After the war
  
  Red button he's pressing
  But he knows not why
  He's programming orders
  War lights up the sky
  He's on the hotline tonight
  His mind is high as a kite
  His fingers decide wrong or right
  This man has it all in his sights
  
  Used as tools to believe in autonomy
  Minorities are no more
  Men are fools, one last cry to humanity
  No sanity any more
  
  After the war
  
  On my arm, a tatoo for my sons to be
  That numbers you and me
  There's a scar on my face
  That is photographed for all to see
  
  After the war