Who's in Bunker when the bombs drop thunder
What's the scene when the cells fall out the scene
Women and children suffer the cost of hollow abodes
Laughs earn money making heads roll
When is the time for the ice-age to cool the hurt
Where is the fear not here hungry eyes just stare
Why run when we can stare at the Sun
For energy for hope for manna our rope
Who's in Bunker?
You.
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