Armored Saint

The wind
The war
Im burning out
Is this the end
The bombs are raining hell
I see
The real me
Floating out to space
Blown to bits
Wheres the human race
Slave
Well its immortal right
But Ill give it a try
As they fly through the air
Doubters beware
My home
Below
A blissful place
Stuck in this silo
I live alone