Radioactive
I raise my flag and dye my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in, ooh
I'm breaking in, shaping up
Then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse, ooh
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