How many times we gotta tell ya! Iz dat terminator shit.
(drum beat gets louder, guitars comes in)
Walkin’ through the trenches of a ruined city,
No water, no food, no Sun, What a pity.
Machines running ‘round; hunting. Killing.
Not a single human in sight, quite chilling.
No need to fight, just run and hide,
Running from day to day, going along on this crazy ride.
Outta the depths came a man, with a vision, with a plan,
Name’s John Connor, future leader of the rebellion to lead ya to the promise land.
Rising through the ranks to fight the empire, save the world.
Went like this, they had three tries. Machines sent two back in time,
Both failed, got their circuits fried.
Third was different, better than the rest,
Stood up to the T-101 and put him to the test. (her name, TX)
Trying so hard to prevent the war from coming to be,
All attempts were for naught, you see. Cuz we still lost. Went into hiding, making a resistance for one purpose; one cause.
Three tries, three losses. Only to be back in the present in the here and now, trying to valiantly to fight the causes. Hoping to win and get back what we’re fighting for, to restore peace to the earth once more.