porcupine tree
radioactive toy
Run through forests on a hot Summer day Trying to break down walls of numbing pain  Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy  Taste the water from a stream of running death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath  Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin  Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say