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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
Whoa
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I feel it in my bones
to make my system blow
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I raise my flag and dye my clothes
It's a revolution I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in shaping up
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it the apocalypse
Whoa
Radioactive
I feel it in my bones
to make my system blow
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All systems go the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones
straight from inside
Radio
Radio
Radio
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