Silent Running

Futuristic landscape
Futuristic skies
No birds or vegetation
Earth remains despised
They scar and they maim and they mutilate
They do it in the name of freedom
Their madness no description can encapsulate
Earth’s a floating mausoleum
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running
Believe in Nostradamus
Believe in what you will
Tell me that it had to be
Prophecy fulfilled
I cherish those who perish in the holy war
To save the planet from extinction
So tell me: what will survivors be surviving for
When survival is the one distinction
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running
Futuristic landscape
Futuristic skies
No birds or vegetation
Earth remains despised
They scar and they maim and they mutilate
They do it in the name of freedom
Their madness no description can encapsulate
Earth’s a floating mausoleum
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running
Silent Running