Run through the forest on a hot summer day Trying to break down the walls of numbing pain Give me a freedom to destroy Give me a radioactive toy Taster the water from the stream of running death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into hole in form my next of kin Run through grave-yards on a dusty winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say: Give me a freedom to destroy Give me a radioactive toy