[Verse] They came in quiet, no flags, no bragging Hands on the launch codes, then the wires go slack Warheads turn to a white-hot shimmer Silos cave in, and nobody looks back Submarines break surface in the gray water Bombers sit cold on the runway in rows Guards at the gate with their coffee gone cold Watching the whole thing unravel slow Maps on the wall start losing their meaning Phones keep ringing, but nobody speaks Eight decades of threat, pulled apart in plain sight Bolt by bolt, leak by leak The sirens stay parked in the station garage News vans idle by the curb all day And the men who learned to count in shockwaves Just watch their old order drain away
