Tarot

The proud son of proud fathers, the feared and fearless me
Soldier of armageddon, I was born to fly free
Now they see a wasted resource, I'm banished, I'm scorned
Lonely in my rusty shell a restless mind hell spawned
Warhead...
They've marched with banners and they've torn down the wall
Onward to new tomorrow, it illuminates them all
I was left alone to sulk in there rift they had to heal
Forgotten threat still lives on in this body of steel
Warhead...
They say they'll make a deal, trying to pull the very last fang
They think that I'm asleep but I'm ready to make a bang
They thought to guard against the coming of the judgment day
I'll just say let there be light and there'll be hell to pay
Warhead...
Nothing really matters now, the weak they just complain
Do they thin their lives somehow have any worth to gain?
Naked in the blast like flies, they'll leave an oily stain
She will be washed away in this all consuming rain