Texty: Venom. Kissing The Beast. Trinity Mcmxlv 0530.

Here we stand as the forces blow across the land
Open minds and now open sores but no open hand
Hiding in our trench of steel to witness the blast
Nothing to say and now nothing to feel now it's hopeless and past

The wind that was meant to be
Oppenheimer built radioactivity

Buildings and houses crops and forethought have now gone to ground
All but the dust and the helpless debris are all that are found
Now his creation is purchased by Gods who must reconvene
Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life by priming their own war machine

The wind that was meant to be
Oppenheimer built radioactivity
The wind that was meant to be
Oppenheimer built radioactivity

Skill will grow soft blood will grow cold but not on your frame
He mastered the deadliest weapon of all but was he insane
He built it for life he built it for peace oh that's what he thought
But evilness knows no boundaries and Satan will read from his court

The wind that was meant to be
Oppenheimer built radioactivity
The wind that was meant to be
Oppenheimer built radioactivity