In a world made hostile by radioactive ash,
it makes no sense to sit on your a**.
Try as I might, I can't seem to move,
off of this chair as I listen to this groove.
I wander all alone in this world,
wishing I had somebody to hold.
I look at you from far away,
hoping. Waiting....for another day.
In sickness I lack the voice to speak,
barely conscious long enough to breathe.
I lift my arm to write these words,
and fade away once more to sleep.....
I decided to kill mutants alone
But I ran into some guys
Who shot out my eyes
And then I woke up a clone
There was only oblivion, when i witnessed the end.
The darkness consumes me, it is an old friend.
My blade cuts his throat, there is no hesitation.
On the path i now walk, there can be no salvation.
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