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

(Chrous)
I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
I'm radioactive
Radioactive
I'm radioactive
Radioactive

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

I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
I'm radioactive
Radioactive
I'm radioactive
Radioactive

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

I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
I'm radioactive
Radioactive
I'm radioactive
Radioactive