I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in, and shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
I raise my flag, and dye my clothes It's a revolution I suppose We'll paint it red to fit right in, whoa I'm breaking in, and shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
All systems go, the sun hasn't died And deep in my bones, straight from inside
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Compositores: Alexander Junior Grant (Alex da Kid), Daniel Wayne Sermon (Wayne Sermon), Daniel Coulter Reynolds (Imagine Dragons), Benjamin Arthur Mc Kee (Imagine Dragons), Joshua Francis Mosser ECAD: Obra #14528359 Fonograma #5084222