Radioactive Toy

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