I raise my flag,
and dye my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
I'm breaking in and shaping up
Then checking out
on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
I'm waking up I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
Welcome to the new age,
to the new age
Welcome to the new age,
to the new age
All systems go
The sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones
Straight from inside
I'm waking up I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
Welcome to the new age,
to the new age
Welcome to the new age,
to the new age