radioactive2025-10-09 22:21:23

I`m waking up to ash and dust.I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust.I`m breaking in,shaping up.Then checking out on the prison bus.This is it, the apocalypse.I`m waking up,I feel it in my bones.Enough to make my system blow.Welcome to the new age.I raise my flags, dye my clothes.It`s a revolution, I suppose.We`re painted red to fit right in.