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I'm waking up to ash and d ust
I wipe my br ow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemica ls
N.C.
Shhhhhh
I'm breaking in, shaping up
Then checking out on the prison b us
Oh this is it, the apocal ypse
Who ah
I'm waking up
I feel it in my possee
To make my system blow
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new age
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new ag e
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
I raise my fl ags, don my clothes
It's revol ution, I supp ose
We're painted red to fit right in
Whoa h, whoah-oh
I'm breaking in, shaping up
Then checking out on the prison b us
Oh this is it, the apocal ypse
Who ah
I'm waking up
I feel it in my possee
To make my system blow
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new age
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new ag e
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
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All systems go, sun hasn't d ied
Deep in my bones, straight from in side
I'm waking up
I feel it in my possee
To make my system blow
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new age
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new ag e
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
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Whoa- oh o h
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa- oh o h
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa- oh o h
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa- oh o h
Radioactive, radioactive
I feel it in my possee
To make my system blow
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new age
Welcome to the new ag e, to the new ag e
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
Radioactive, radioactive
Whoa-oh, whoa I'm
N.C.
Radioactive, radioactive
