Story Behind The Song
Inspired by Sci-Fi Post Apocalyptic movies.
Song Description
Post apocalyptic environment causes man to launch probes into the air at night time to seek out other life, and monitor any threats. The man uses his gun to fend off any creatures created by radioactive war. The man is crossing a dangerous land called The Underwaste.
| Song Length |
5:01 |
Genre |
Electronic - Industrial, Rock - Gothic |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Mood |
Frantic, Mad |
Subject |
Future, Guns |
| Similar Artists |
Nine Inch Nails, Ministry |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Cross in the Underwaste. Here to plunder. Bring it back to base. Get a gun to get your meal. Get a gun to keep you safe. You're the only human here in the ruins of this old place. Cold, cold, baby, in the Underwaste. Watch the windows of the buildings. It's cold, baby, in the Underwaste. It's getting dark get the screen in place. You can't kill me! Launch surveillance! High above the sand. Flying kite-like we're searching for survival. Answering the silence. Eyes instructing me. Harsh geography. Searching for survival. Answering the silence. Morning in the Underwaste. Hear thunder, find shelter from the rain. Get a gun to kill the ghoul. Put 'em down before they chase. You're the only human here in the ruins of this old place. Cold, cold, baby, in the Underwaste. Watch the windows of the buildings. It's cold, baby, in the Underwaste. It's getting dark get the screen in place. You can't kill me! Launch surveillance! High above the sand. Flying kite-like we're searching for survival. Answering the silence. Eyes instructing me. Harsh geography. Searching for survival. Answering the silence... I am dead. When the sun sets it's time for me. I eat flesh and the blood of anything. I'm insane. Shoot your very best guns at me. I can hunt anyone that runs from me. I can smell and I can hunt. I'm fit and violent. I grew shards and razor feet. That's right! That's me. I can smell and I can hunt. I'm fit and violent. Watch the finish! High above the sand. Flying kite-like we're searching for survival. Answering the silence. Eyes instructing me. Harsh geography. Searching for survival. Answering the silence. High above the sand. Flying kite-like we're searching for survival. Answering the silence. Eyes instructing me. Harsh geography. Searching for survival. Answering the silence.