A white desert, the wind blows, the sand Floats in the air, so it will look everywhere. Wake up and decide your fate Forceful, consistent, it won't take shape When you act before it's too late What remains is a result of the atomic war That it will never be like before It's a result of ever want to having more That's what remains I spread the message of the ending of all But it didn't stop the event And the atom bomb began to fall So nothing helped after all I am a machine of war I am exposed to the people who make the law They caused the terrible things I saw And now I feel like a hostage of war I'm a machine of war