Over fields of molten rocks The sun is going blind Mental silence, poison dust The air is small and dry This is the wasteland The kingdom of rats This is the deadland Where sorrow for sorrow will cry Ratscoat and crowskin Shapes without form Paralyzed faces Their features are torn There are no eyes here There are no ears Only their brain Make 'em see, make 'em hear Helpin' each other They going astray And then an odd inner voice Start its say Why, why Violent science Guilty - you create the bomb You godforsaken fool Crave for agony Survival is your doom Why, why Violent science