I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Gray clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes..
Enough to make my systems blow
Radioactive! Radioactive!
Radioactive! Radioactive!
But if you close your eyes...
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes...
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh, how am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all our vices
Enough to make my systems blow
Radioactive! Radioactive!
The rumbles, or our sin??
Enough to make my systems blow
Radioactive! Radioactive!
Radioactive! Radioactive!