| Acid rain fall down the whole day
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| And the sunlight is a distant thought
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| Few survivors. |
| Desperation
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| Living in a post-atomic world
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| With a neverending winter
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| And few synthesized pills for food
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| It’s the first day of a world dead
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| Killed by wars killed by you
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| Yellow rivers saturated by trash
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| Pouring into a big toxic lake
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| World disorder. |
| Alteration
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| People watching just behind their masks
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| Trapped down by our madness
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| Into sewers like some water rats
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| No way to turn back babe
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| No way back
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| Nuclear Decay. |
| Altered fate
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| Living just underground, underneath
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| Buried alive and down on our knees
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| It’s a jungle made of rotten flesh
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| Desolation roaming over lands
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| Of destruction and infection
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| Spreading all around the world so fast
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| We can only try to fly back
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| Into memories to find some rest
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| No way to turn back babe
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| No way back
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| Nuclear Decay. |
| Altered fate
|
| Living just underground, underneath
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| No more to save. |
| Atomic days
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| Buried alive and down on our knees |