Radioactive Soul

Whispers for dark words in my subconscious
The belief that reality doubles with your delusions
A thought that a handshake was once considered currency
Or a realization that man is the only predator you fear

Radioactive soul
Ain’t got nothin left but a hole
Radioactive mind
Like a voice through time
Well that’s just fine

Whispers for dark words in my subconscious
You’re looking at the glass half empty while your waitress takes a break
You will never change the past but become well versed in repeating it
And a spoonful of sugar will help the medicine go down on your death bed

Radioactive soul
Ain’t got nothin left but a hole
Radioactive mind
Like a voice through time
Well that’s just fine