Zero hour, a bolt from the blue,
A missile arcs west, the mad king's cue.
Chaos reigns as the president stalls,
Decisions linger, the system falls.
Thirty-three minutes, a flash on Capitol Hill,
Warhead detonates, the city stands still.
Marine One falls, consumed by the flame,
Missiles ascend to deliver the same.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Forty-five minutes, the Kremlin must choose,
Radars light up, they've everything to lose.
The hotline is silent, no comfort to give,
Orders are sent, yet none will live.
Fifty minutes, the US replies,
The Doomsday plane relays its cries.
Missiles rise, streaking overhead,
Civilization ends, though few know it's dead.
Fifty-two minutes, Pyongyang erased, the mad king survives unscathed.
Fifty-seven minutes, first strikes crush bunkers, silos, and airfields laid.
Fifty-eight minutes, Europe burns, from the Isles to Ukraine ablaze.
Fifty-nine minutes, the world holds its breath, lost in the death-filled haze.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Ninety-two minutes, the fireballs spread,
From New York to LA, all cities are dead.
Beijing, Moscow, Berlin, and Prague,
London's seared, the hemisphere left charred.
Bombers aloft, no tankers in sight,
Governments gone, no plans to unite.
Doomsday plane circles, its purpose is done,
Rising mushrooms bloom, smoke blots out the sun.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
One week passes, the fires still glow,
Skies darken as casualties grow.
Temperatures fall, famine begins,
Two billion will die before winter sets in.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
Revengerer AI - 92 Minutes (A Nuclear War Scenario) Lyrics
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Zero hour, a bolt from the blue,
A missile arcs west, the mad king's cue.
Chaos reigns as the president stalls,
Decisions linger, the system falls.
Thirty-three minutes, a flash on Capitol Hill,
Warhead detonates, the city stands still.
Marine One falls, consumed by the flame,
Missiles ascend to deliver the same.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Forty-five minutes, the Kremlin must choose,
Radars light up, they've everything to lose.
The hotline is silent, no comfort to give,
Orders are sent, yet none will live.
Fifty minutes, the US replies,
The Doomsday plane relays its cries.
Missiles rise, streaking overhead,
Civilization ends, though few know it's dead.
Fifty-two minutes, Pyongyang erased, the mad king survives unscathed.
Fifty-seven minutes, first strikes crush bunkers, silos, and airfields laid.
Fifty-eight minutes, Europe burns, from the Isles to Ukraine ablaze.
Fifty-nine minutes, the world holds its breath, lost in the death-filled haze.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Ninety-two minutes, the fireballs spread,
From New York to LA, all cities are dead.
Beijing, Moscow, Berlin, and Prague,
London's seared, the hemisphere left charred.
Bombers aloft, no tankers in sight,
Governments gone, no plans to unite.
Doomsday plane circles, its purpose is done,
Rising mushrooms bloom, smoke blots out the sun.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
One week passes, the fires still glow,
Skies darken as casualties grow.
Temperatures fall, famine begins,
Two billion will die before winter sets in.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
A missile arcs west, the mad king's cue.
Chaos reigns as the president stalls,
Decisions linger, the system falls.
Thirty-three minutes, a flash on Capitol Hill,
Warhead detonates, the city stands still.
Marine One falls, consumed by the flame,
Missiles ascend to deliver the same.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Forty-five minutes, the Kremlin must choose,
Radars light up, they've everything to lose.
The hotline is silent, no comfort to give,
Orders are sent, yet none will live.
Fifty minutes, the US replies,
The Doomsday plane relays its cries.
Missiles rise, streaking overhead,
Civilization ends, though few know it's dead.
Fifty-two minutes, Pyongyang erased, the mad king survives unscathed.
Fifty-seven minutes, first strikes crush bunkers, silos, and airfields laid.
Fifty-eight minutes, Europe burns, from the Isles to Ukraine ablaze.
Fifty-nine minutes, the world holds its breath, lost in the death-filled haze.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
Ninety-two minutes, the fireballs spread,
From New York to LA, all cities are dead.
Beijing, Moscow, Berlin, and Prague,
London's seared, the hemisphere left charred.
Bombers aloft, no tankers in sight,
Governments gone, no plans to unite.
Doomsday plane circles, its purpose is done,
Rising mushrooms bloom, smoke blots out the sun.
When deterrence fails, all plans unwind,
A mad king's dream, or fear misaligned.
This machine, once started, cannot be led,
In ninety-two minutes, we'll envy the dead.
One week passes, the fires still glow,
Skies darken as casualties grow.
Temperatures fall, famine begins,
Two billion will die before winter sets in.
Ninety-two minutes...
We'll envy the dead...
Writer: Ben Davies
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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