Trapped in undershelters taste of bitter on their tongues 
Masks to hide their image gas to fill their lungs 
A kingdom in a greenhouse, the wasteland on it's knees 
Accept that tune of being should be taking it for real 

Just like roaring thunder in the blackened rain 
Just like someone touched that true evil 
Take a breath like fading from a world insane 
Just like someone came to bomb this world away 

Bomb Eden 

In theaters of power there's deserted killing fields 
The flag of independence in negotiated dreams 
Massacre in the jungle the wasteland on it's knees 
Saws are roaring louder as the pit is growing deeper 

Symbols of salvation have all reduced to ash, 
Blackout in metropolis 
Experience sudden death 
Crucifying amity, create a new disease 
Grow up a worlds abortion 
And bomb Eden to it's knees.