Your mother helped you movenMade your transition smoothnYour community was therenThe youthful faces, pretty hairnYou were surrounded, by your peersnnThen one day you saw itnYou went home and tried to draw itnYou couldn't get it quite rightnIts luminescence was so strangely brightnnLiving in a fantasynOf toxicity (toxic-ly)nnYou're rubbing up against the veneer of diseasenYou didn't know, you didn't ask you know that its easynBut you don't care you like it that waynBeing taken by surprisenAnd narrowly narrowly narrowlynAvoiding your demisennA year later, early one morningnYou woke up coughing you poor thingnTurned on the radio, but it wasn't activenThere was a blackout, it was radioactivennSo your mother came to get younBecause that's what mothers donLeft your neighborhood in piecesnReduced to rubble and debrisnDriving back to the suburbs in her SUVnnWatched it on TVnIn your fathers den of iniquitynAnd you changed the channelnWhen you saw your old friendnIt was burning pretty hair was melting off your skin