This original song is written from the perspective of the Enclave — not as heroes, but as the ghosts of a regime that believed it could restore America by force, purity, and command. It treats the faction as something more unsettling than simple villains: soldiers, scientists, and officials raised inside a sealed patriotic myth until that myth collapsed into isolation, extermination, and ruin. In Fallout lore, the Enclave is the secretive continuation of the pre-War U.S. government, and the West Coast branch in Fallout 2 operates from Control Station ENCLAVE under President Dick Richardson.
The song moves through the Enclave’s imagery like a haunted broadcast: white coats, oil-rig lights over a midnight sea, the President speaking from a screen, and a generation taught to confuse restoration with righteousness. Fallout 2’s Enclave oil rig houses Richardson’s offices and medical/testing facilities, while Enclave scientists are visually defined by stark white lab coats — details this song turns into symbols of distance, control, and moral blindness.
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We were the ones behind the glass
White coats, white flags, white lies
Watching the old world fall at last
Through clean, unblinking eyes
We memorized the radio
Like hymns we couldn't save
The eagle in the afterglow
The brave and the grave
If you hear us in the static, don't mistake it for a threat
It's just ghosts in uniform, trying not to be forgotten yet
For the Enclave, for the home we swore we'd bring back
For the flag in the ash, for the world on a hard track
We're not saints, we're not devils we're the fallout of a plan
Still saluting in the shadows, trying to remember how to stand
Oh, we loved it like a promise, and we lost it like a war
So we sing through broken speakers, "America"... once more
The oil rig lights on midnight seas
A city made of steel and prayer
Orders spoken like decrees
To purify the air
The President on a screen so bright
Our father's voice, a steady tone
But every oath we swore that night
Built prisons out of home
If you ever wore a number, if you ever begged a door
We were told the world was sickness, and we were to cure for sure
For the Enclave, for the home we swore we'd bring back
For the flag in the ash, for the world on a hard track
We're not saints, we're not devils we're the fallout of a plan
Still saluting in the shadows, trying to remember how to stand
Oh, we loved it like a promise, and we lost it like a war
So we sing through broken speakers, "America"... once more
Some of us turned our faces away
Some of us followed the line
Some of us learned too late that "clean"
Was just a word for "mine"
And the wasteland keeps receipts
Every monster, every man
But the saddest thing about us is
We thought we still could span
The distance from a burning past
To a future we could own
Hush now... hear the rotor fade
Hear the anthem in the dust
We were raised on restoration
We were built on rust
For the Enclave, for the home we swore we'd bring back
For the flag in the ash, for the world on a hard track
We're not saints, we're not devils
We're the fallout of a plan
Still saluting in the shadows, trying to remember how to stand
Oh, we loved it like a promise, and we lost it like a war
So we sing through broken speakers, "America"... once more
Once more...
Just once more...
Just once more...
