Radioactive Toy — Porcupine Tree

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...