Apocalypse...

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, 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, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes

It’s a revolution, I suppose

We’ll paint it red to fit right in

I’m breaking in, shaping up, 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, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, 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 system blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive