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