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Wargasm Lyrics - Singles - Wargasm

Soldier punches the code opens the airlock with ease 

Sealing himself from the world turning computerised keys 

Nuclear missile a top secret course a target no one will know 

Climbs down the ladder a cold iron rail 

 

Watching the clock on the wall ticking the seconds away 

Reading emergency codes reads the same ones every day 

Checking his firearm to see if its loaded it is but what the hell for 

Nothing and no-one under the sun could ever get thru that door 

 

Guardian of the great war machines keeper of pain destroyer of dreams 

Watching the screens silently screams 

 

There's someone else in here with him now he feel's he's no longer alone 

Although no one's able to get in but him "I swear I just heard someone moan" 

The smell of a burning jungle now is starting to fill up the room 

You recognize the figure of the captain now 

A shambling shadow of doom 

You fought together in the forests and fields and fields only one of 

You made it to the hill 

His voice is like dirt and dead rotting leaves "this is not a drill" 

 

Pull the trigger push the button 

Flip the switch it's all or nothing 

Light the fuse pull the lever 

Set the snare it's now or never 

 

Send the bastard up get moving now I order you to start the war 

We will be the spark that sets the world ablaze mankind is on the edge no more 

 

Leaning over his shoulder the casualty stares thru black holes 

Watching the video screens vengeance burns hot thru it's soul 

Starting the sequence by punching the code the password is just one word-burn 

Time to abort is fading so fast from now on there is no return 

 

Rumblings started below shaking the base to the core 

Smoking the missile is ready to start the procession of war 

Holding the gun to his own throbbing head his hands find it hard to keep still 

Looks his dead friend in the eye and screams "you bastard this is not a drill" 

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