Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear
I am your ruler land, sea and air
Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall
I am a nuclear murderer, I am Polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My system locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land, air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warning, only time will tell
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind

I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils

Launch the Polaris
The end doesn't scare us
When will this cease?
The warheads will all rust in peace

Bomb shelters filled to the brim
Survival is such a silly whim
World leaders sell missiles cheap
Your stomach turns, your flesh creeps
I rule on land, air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warning, only time will tell

I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils

Launch the Polaris
The end doesn't scare us
When will this cease?
The warheads will all rust in peace

High priest of holocaust, fire from the sea
Nuclear winter spreading disease
The day of final conflict all pay the price
The third world war rapes peace, takes life
Back to the start, talk of the part
When the earth was cold as ice
Total dismay as the sun passed away
And the days where black as night

I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils

Launch the Polaris
The end doesn't scare us
When will this cease?
The warheads will all rust in peace

Eradication of Earth's population loves
Polaris

........I spread disease like a dog..............

Hello me ... Meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possessions
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story ... Tell it to Reader's Digest !!!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Hello me ... It's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Well, me ... It's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquited me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets

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She's all I need
she's all I dream
she's all I'm always wanting you

I'm always wanting you......

A tiny flame inside my hand A compromise I never planned Unravel out the finer strands

And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it up with words somehow?

I whispered something in her ear I bare my soul but she don't hear

The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky

Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips

I lay her gently on my clothes She will leave me yes I know

And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it up with words somehow?

The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky

Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips

Don't look at me with your mother's eyes or your killer smile Sing a lullaby

Throw it down, shut it down..............