A missile pierces through the stormy sky
A beautiful sight, through our nation's eyes
Missiles headed from oceans away,
To a successful leader that they hate
He is out picking up his son, clueless of what's about to come
The missile violently hits the ground, destroying almost all the town

Whoooa whooa

People die, the target was missed
His son is dead and now he's pissed
Gives an order to send a missile back
Hateful war is now intact
Missiles fill the cities skies
Streets covered with screams and cries
Knowing there's no hope, within seconds they'll all be dead

Whoooa whooa