I feel again! What do I feel? I feel like ice has been pressed against my entire body, And my blood is now slush I feel like my nerves have been burnt away, And I am just walking ash I feel eternally tried,

Old dead men run our country From a tomb called Washington They try to convince us all That we are very much like them "Let greed run your lives" They say "Success is weighed in Gold Continue

Ignorance; like burning flesh Become ignorant to the pain the nerves are charred like a piece of steak never again to graze Like cud we swallow what the butchers say Unrealizing we're penned and twice

A dancing cloud of irradiated orange Shoots into the sky A convulsion shakes the Earth And a million hapless souls cry In an instant I am completely cooked No skin, or meat left for dinner I let out a