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
Taste 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