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