I'm waking up Waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust Breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in and shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Oh,
When you're screaming out. But you can't make a sound. You know. It's only a dream. When you're back hits the ground. And things turn around. You know. It was only a dream. Cause nothing is as bad as
