"I’m recording this because this could be the last thing I’ll ever say.

The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion.

A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire.

I’m not sorry, we had it coming.

A surge of white hot atonement will be our wakeup call.

Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.

The bombs begin to fall as I'm rushing to meet my love.

Please, remember me. There is no more."