|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.