The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Radioactive


I'm waking up, the action does
I wipe my brow
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 it
the apocalypse
Whoa, I'm waking up

I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems run
Welcome to the new age....

Ever find a song that makes every particle in your being explode with sheer energy sufficient to send you fist-pumping down the street in pure undiluted hysteria?

I just did. 

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