To me, freedom is smoking a cigarette inside

Without worrying about whether I'll live or die.

A blackhearted ace, my poker face is a blank gaze.

The human race goes to waste in the fallout haze.

They say we're safe from the disaster

Behind this concrete and plaster,

But we both know they're just lying

Because bombs may kill you faster,

But in solitude, we're dying everyday.

It's such a shame how it's all a game

Until God is the only one left to blame.

God wears a bedsheet, the Devil wears a suit,

Mankind makes wine out of the forbidden fruit.

How do we get out of here,

Past the edge of time and space?

Tell me darling, for I fear that we're

Running out of time, out of space.

We'll never get out of here:

This familiar godforsaken place.

It seems that for two thousand years,

Mankind has been running in place.