Porcupine Tree - Radioactive Toy

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...