Reflex in the sky, warns you your gonna die.
Storm coming you better hide, from the atomic fry.
Flashes in the sky, turns houses into sty.
Turns people into clay, radiation, minds decay,
Evil minds of evil slaves, lead men to atomic graves.
Plastic flowers, melt in sun, fadeing moon falls upom.
Dying world of radion, victims of mass creation.
Burning glow of unseen fire, like destrucrive funeral pyre.
All around me are familiar faces.
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no regression.
Hide my head I want too drown my sorrow.
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in wich i'm dying are the best i've ever had.
I find it hard too tell you, I find it hard too take.
When people burn in circles, it's a very very...
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