I'm waking up to ash and dust.
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust.
I'm breathing in the chemicals.
I'm breaking in,
shaking off,
then checking out on the prison bus.
This is it.
Apocalypse.

Oh,
I'm waking up.
I feel it in my bones enough to make my system.
Welcome to the new age.
To the new age.
Welcome to the new age.
To the new
age.
Pretty.

Oh,
pretty do.
I raise my flags down my clothes.
It's a reolution I suppose.
Repainted red to fit right in.
Oh,
I'm breaking in,
shaking off,
then checking out on the prison bus.
This is it.
The apocalypse.
Oh,
I'm waking up.
I feel it in my bones.
Enough to make my system.
Welcome to the new age.
to the new age.
Welcome to the new
age.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat.

Sun from I feel it in my palms enough to make my system blow.
Welcome to the new age.
To the new age.
Welcome to the new age.
To the new age.