Testo di Toxic

"Where am I? Am I dreaming or is this death? I'm dead, I think." A grey, toxic rain Starts to appear No real life Just human wasteland All around... Vapours of nerve gas Fill the air No natural light No law Or religion... Mutants Roam the earth Covered by ruins The stars are gone Time is up... This is another world This is another world There is no room For existence Nuclear warfare The answer To all our questions... Prisoners In their own lifeform Support systems Rave failed Human disease "Where are we? We're in my brain." "You could call it the kinder, gentler lobotomy." Nervous convulsion Create grinding faces Eyes are burning Polluted noise Splits ear drums... "Just another dream. Oh, thank God."