(missile silo)

Concrete doors hold back the sun,
They slide aside, the explosives have won.
I don't care if my makers are blind,
I hold the secret of death buried
deep in my silicon mind.

Down in a silo - once launched, I cannot be saved.
On winds of fire, I emerge like a ghost from the grave.
I neither know nor care who the men
were who've set me free,
My inertial guidance sets in motion
the final trajectory.

Down in a hole,
No feelings at all...
Down in a hole,
digital soul...
I wait to fly,
Launch control, shutdown denied.

In my missile silo, they've put all
the bombs in their place.
I'm locked on my target,
Never will forget the distaste.
My logic is guilty
It never has feelings to share,
I do not receive you,
And now it is time to prepare.

Down in a hole,
No thinking at all,
Down in a hole,
Pre-programmed role,
I wait to fly,
Ground Zero burns up the sky.

Ash-crusted warhead drills deep in the ground,
Serve mankind up en-flambe, thunderous sound.
Plasma burning etches deep the skins of my kind,
Sonic booms of reentry, shockwaves rumple the mind.
Fallout rains gentle, poisoning life as it bleeds,
Lonely in its hiding, the goverment falls to its knees.

Down in a hole, a mile below,
Down in a hole, body and soul,
Down in a hole, the floodwaters roll,
Down in a hole, drown-water cold,
Nothing left to try,
Souls descend to then fry.