"Where am I? Am I dreaming or is this death? I'm dead, I think." 

A grey, toxic rain 
Starts to appear 
No real life 
Just human wasteland 
All around... 

Vapours of nerve gas 
Fill the air 
No natural light 
No law 
Or religion... 

Mutants 
Roam the earth 
Covered by ruins 
The stars are gone 
Time is up... 

This is another world 
This is another world 

There is no room 
For existence 
Nuclear warfare 
The answer 
To all our questions... 

Prisoners 
In their own lifeform 
Support systems 
Rave failed 
Human disease 

"Where are we? We're in my brain." 
"You could call it the kinder, gentler lobotomy." 

Nervous convulsion 
Create grinding faces 
Eyes are burning 
Polluted noise 
Splits ear drums... 

"Just another dream. Oh, thank God."