Sepultura

In the middle of a war that was not started by me
Deep depression of the nuclear remains
I've never thought of, I've never thought about
This happening to me

Proliferations of ignorance
Orders that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter
Now they mean my home and my work

Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
Cities in ruins

Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end
Premonition about my final hour

A sad image of everything
Everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?

Everything happened so quickly.
I felt I was about to leave hell
I'll fight for myself, for you, but so what?
To feel a deep hate

To feel scared
But beyond that, to wish being at an end
Clotted blood
Mass mutilation

Hope for the future is only utopia
Mortality, insanity, fatality
You'll never want to feel what I've felt
Mediocrity, brutality, and falsity

It's just a world against me
Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death

Now I can feel the end
Premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything
Everything's so real

Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains

Written by CAVALERA, IGOR / CAVALERA, MASSIMILIANO A. / KISSER, ANDREAS RUDOLF / PINTO, PAULO XISTO JR.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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