Fallout -

Bareback on the war pig

Think I’ll ride this one out

Until the truth comes out

Until your luck runs out

Running but it comes from all sides

It waits in the places you hide

Shedding your skin to find rot

You live but you are not

Hyena smiling

Hunting calm

Wandering, Roaming

Coming on

It’s coming on

It’s kicking in

It’s turning on

It’s rushing through

It’s telling me just what to do

Open season

All out

Burning the house down

Move out

Fallout