I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals.
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus. This is it the apocalypse.
I raise my flags, dye my clothes. It's a revolution, I suppose. We paint it red to fit right in.
All systems go, the sun hasn't died. Deep in my bones straight from inside.
I'm waking up I feel it in my bones, enough to make my systesms blow. I'm Radioactive
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