I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and sweat [bad word] I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in and shaping up
Then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Oh-ohh

I feel it in my bones
To make my systems grow

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

Oh-ohh

I feel it in my bones
To make my systems grow

Oh-ohh

All systems go
Sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones
Straight from inside