Manhattan Project

On my way and I feel The world has changed indeed Don’t know the way, I can’t see the trail I feel hope though Standing firm on the ground I hear a distorted sound Heart starts to pop, feeling great shock in the Ozone Fry Look at the high tide Fry We will Comply There was a big explosion Man should never discovered fusion Lucky soles hid underground Fallout great change the future to come Fry Look at the high tide I’m on a quest for the green tone Fry We will comply Try to find a way out of this hell hole Oh I want to leave the Ozone The radioactives are pounding My brain, my brain Need to find a piece of my old world Scream scream to be heard