welcome to the radiation tower. i dreamed of war on our soil
and as we all took refuge in a school house, the roof began to burn and cave.
it didn't matter that we weren't soldiers, we would die there just the same.
and all the people we're scared but like 'get it over with' at the same time.
this is our life, this is where it's going down.
and all you can do is rage passionately, sob openly, and hold your children closely.
rage passionately, sob openly, and hold your best friends closely.
under the radiation tower, we played our songs. we bared our hearts
and wrote them on the walls covered in marker. still some things were left unsaid.
some guts lacking... one emotion left unwritten.
and maybe we were scared but what do we know about being scared?
guts or no guts this is where it's going down.
and all you can do is rage passionately, sob openly, and hold your best friends closely.
it's funny how the setting plays such a big part in the story, and after all it's just a story.
i'm trivialized as i struggled to write one more clever verse and i've got nothing...
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