Imagine Dragons
C, D, Am, G
I'm waking up, ash and dust
With white mic brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chasm
I'm breaking in, shaping up
And checking out on the prison bus
But this is it, the apocalypse
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
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Radioactive, radioactive
Woah, woah, woah
I raise my flag, I dye my clothes
It's a revolution I suppose
With painted red to fit right in
I'm breaking in, shaping up, and checking out on the prison bus, this is it, the apocalypse.
All systems go, the sun hasn't died, deep in my bones, straight from inside.