Radioactive Toy

Written by Steven Wilson 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...