Our flesh is radiated, decayed, turned gray
The sky above is rust from radioactive dust
And to breathe is to die, trusting the great lie
That being that this is a life we should want
Flesh peels from bone, spirits turned gaunt
We've joined in the great hunt, and scream
We've awakened to our flesh and our dreams
Nothing of this world is ever worth the pain
We wait for our damnation and the acid rains
