It's a digital field of fire,
A lonely man's desire,
To gain sanctity from the crowd.

His escape is hidden from sight,
In his mind this must be right,
To pull forth the darkened shrowd.

Running away from conspiracy,
Trying to flee hypocracy,
He must be heard, he must be loud.

This is the end .. It sinks in
It's time to realize, he can't win.
Listen to him?  His society is too proud.

No need to dodge the enemies' flack,
Having no means to counter-attack,
It's time to enter the OutBack.

[ Onslaught í Dreadnought / CHAOS '93 ]