Skinned Alive (Crucifix)

You can walk down any city's streets On any given day of the year And pretend that what we have is peace But we live our lives in constant fear Of a hellish inferno, a mass crematorium Ashes to ashes, blown away by the winds There’s no escape to or from Any kind of a nuclear exchange Make haste or we're surely doomed To see our planet's end In a hellish inferno, a mass crematorium Ashes to ashes, blown away by the winds