I’m waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brown and I sweat my rustI’m breathing in the chemicals
I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is, the apocalypseWhoa
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new age
I raise my flags, don my clothesIt’s a revolution, I supposeWe’re painted red green and yellow to fit right inWhoa

I’m waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brown 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, the apocalypse
Whoa

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red green and yellow to fit right in

Whoa

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