His rigid features
Are just a mask
The politicians worst nightmare
No talking speeches but talking war
Def Con II but don't despair
We got the weapons we got the guts
And there are safety regulations
So don't you worry
It will be childs play
To save the West's united nations
Def Con II we are talking war
Def Con II the rocket's roar
They are using shells
They are using bombs
Blazing rockets firepower
Pulling triggers
The soldiers sense
The giants urge to devour
They got it clear
In their sights
The new machine keeps moving towards them
They have to face it
The chilling truth
All their efforts are in vain
Def Con II we are talking war
Def Con II the rocket's roar
The politician
Is turning white
He watched it all from the distance
The last decision
Is taken from him
Human technology is useless
And now the giant's
Emitting shockwaves
They feel convulsions in their hearts
And then their blood
Begins to boil
The pressure is tearing them apart
Def Con II we are talking war
Def Con II the rocket's roarWell, I look out my window
What do you think I see?
Thousands of people
Staring back at me
And it's strange
It's strange
It's strange
It's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Well, I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some little man lookin' over his shoulder
Staring straight back at me
It's strange
It's strange
It's strange
It's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Must be the season of the witch (x10)
I...I'll wait...forever and ever and ever and ever...