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







